No silly, not pregnant.
We took T-Boogie to get her passport today. We waited for an entire hour, and there were literally three people in front of us. One couple took upwards of 45 minutes, and the sign on the door said the clerk was taking lunch from 1-2, so at 12:56 the woman in front of us offered me her place in line, because she could see T was tired and P was talking about going back to work.
I told her to keep it, she looked like she had her shit together, and I felt bad because I figured we'd take a while, seeing as we needed photos taken and P and I's IDs and such needed to be checked.
A couple minutes later, literally at 12:58 the woman said she was going to try to do it in the mail, handed me her number, wished us luck and left. I walked over to one of the workers and asked if we could get P to sign the form in front of one of them, but they said the sign was old, the woman doens't take a lunch anymore, and she should be calling us soon. Maybe a minute later, the door opened, and we were called in.
We only took about 15 minutes total, so I can't fathom what in the hell the couple before us were doing in there for so long. Anyway, I'm just glad we got the application in today. It's supposedly a 14 week wait to get the passport, and she also took the only certified birth certificate we have for T, so if something happens and we need it, we're pretty much screwed. So... 14 weeks. Plus a couple extra weeks to mail in our passports to get out visas. I don't know if the late-November trip is going to happen. May have to push it back to January or February. Shoot.
But Yay! I got my chairs in the mail. And they are utterly fab. I can't wait to get trashed and sit outside in them and smoke! Heheheh.
July 23, 2007
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Don't you hate that, when people are in front of you, taking forever, and then you get called up, and are in and out hella quickly? I don't understand either how people can take so long... I really don't get it. That applies to the DMV, the bank, even the grocery store... it irritates the hell out of me, because I would never take that long, for the same reason. Because people talk ****. Hell, I talk *** too.
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