The mad bomber Gary
Every time I travel out of the country, I fear this will happen to me. I got my passport in 2001, for my first journey to Peru. At the time I looked very different. I had long hair, well long in the front at least. To get my picture taken, I ran to a Kinkos over lunch. There was a strong wind, I got a lift there from a friend, but still my hair did not survive. Mix in the fact that I was a bit frazzeled because I was getting my passport rushed later that day, and I was working on some major programming projects at the time; and you get a rather horrendous photo. A photo that makes me fear for my freedom everytime I have to use it. I fear that they won't believe that it's me, or worse that I'm some crazymadbomber. Luckily, so far, I have yet to be called on it.