Streamlining my pants has become and obsession of mine. Each pocket becomes utilized in order to minimize bulk. Jacket pocket holds the cell phone. Right pocket holds the keys and chapstick. Left pocket holds the coins. Back pocket holds the wallet. There is little room for alteration.
But then there is the passport.
It is no new notion that pubs/clubs/bars require proper identification before admittance is allowed. Usually my state issued driver’s license has sufficed. However, in Australia, an American driver’s license is just not enough. It only takes one long tram ride in to the city and being told, “next time bring your passport” for the lesson to stick. Therefore, it has become necessary to bring my passport to ensure entrance in to said pubs/clubs/bars.
Adding a passport to delicate balance of pocket power did not work… at first. When a person’s back is against the wall, the human brain is capable of sensational feats. My brain traveled years back to show a glimpse of one the greatest inventions: a man who combined the passport with the essentials from the wallet. The Passport Wallet.
The Passport Wallet donning a metro card, debit card, and cash.
I have adopted this simple, sleek, and sophisticated look. My pockets are thinner than before. With The Passport Wallet nestled close to my heart in the shirt pocket, my buttocks again lay flat, as natural as a baby, correcting all spinal issues.
There are always going to be naysayers of The Passport Wallet. People say it’s not safe and easy to lose. I say the risk of losing my identity/money is not nearly as important as the risk of looking like a dunce with enlarged pockets.
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