“Excuse me? My sign-on sheet has a mistake on it.”
It is not yet 8 a.m. and I’m blinking desperately at the stranger holding my passport in one hand and a leashed, drug-sniffing dog in the other.
“My date of birth is wrong?” I continue. “It says I’m 45. And also that I’m a man from Tampa.”
Taking his blank stare as an invitation to keep talking, I explain, “It’s just, I’m 25 and from Chicago. And also not a man.”
He takes the sheet, annoyed, and makes a series of illegible scribbles: “Just sign it. Welcome aboard.”
It is from these humble beginnings that I, Carley Moseley, née a [...]