Getting all my Nachos in

This morning I picked up the package from the UPS delivery station. I took it to Hardee's and ripped it open gleefully over my biscuit. Feverishly scavenging through the contents, I tossed aside my diploma, marriage license...where's the Visa???? Then I found something stuck inside my passport. It was a sticker. 

No new badge, maybe with a cool hologram? Or a portal?

$250 and 2 1/2 months of document archeology and all I get is a sticker?? Really?

Still, I held it in my hands, not believing it was real.  Over the weeks it became a sort of holy grail of travel, that which we seek with earnest fervor but never obtain.

It's official. I'm goin' to London.

Better suck down the nachos while I still can.