Has Anybody Seen My Passport?

So, about a week ago I decided to start looking for and gathering up stuff that I wanted to bring on my trip to Italy with my family because I just wanted to make sure that I had everything that I needed. Well, as you can probably tell by the title, I didn't. My family and I spent the entire afternoon tearing our house apart looking for my passport, even looking in rooms and drawers that we hadn't opened in years. Checking places we had already looked in five times before, thinking that we may have missed it the first time around. Since my dad was the last person to have it we asked him but he said that if it wasn't in my room then he had no idea where it was. This was super helpful (NOT) since we had already torn my room apart, quite literally, and had found no trace of it. So, with our trip a little less than two months away, we went online to print out a form in order to submit a request for a new passport. When we were finally done filling out the form, I printed it out. The next day my mom and I took the request form, along with my birth certificate and everything else that I needed to prove I was who I claimed to be, to the post office to be submitted. After waiting in line for a good 15-20 minutes, my mom and I showed the woman at the post office the application. She told us that in order to submit the form I would need a state-issued ID and to, next time, print the form single-sided. Naturally I put a lot of effort into not rolling my eyes at these apparently super important minor details. Since I don't have a driver's license we had to drive over to the DMV to get that ID. It must have been a good day there because we were in and out of there within about an hour or so. Since I had already gotten my new photo taken the day before at the local CVS, all we needed to do now was go home and wait until the next day when my mom would be able to drive me down to the post office again. The next day we went to the post office and right after the woman who was working the passport station, the same one that had been there the day before, finished with the only people in front of us she asked if she could go on her lunch break. So because of this woman's inability to stay five more minutes to get this form submitted, my mom and I had to wait probably another twenty minutes before someone was able to help us. We walked up to the counter and I handed the man my form and told him what we wanted to do and he was just so helpful and nice, even making small talk with us about how I had started dancing to the music that was playing. So once we got that form sent off, we were not only happily raving about how that had been the best experience either of us had ever had dealing with a government employee but how relieved we were that this had finally been taken care of and how I was going to have my new passport within a week or so.