jabba
I planned on working from home today since one of my errands was to get my passport application in at lunch. There happens to be a post office just down the road that takes pictures and processes them. Shortly after getting through my emails this morning I realized I had a meeting.
I went into work and attended said boring meeting.
Afterwards I headed out out to the post office with my application and supporting documents in hand. The man behind the counter pulls me into a side office to take a picture. I sit down and *snap* it’s over. No warning, so smile, no review… we’re suddenly back at the main desk filling out the rest of the app.
I fork over the money and right when I finish signing the form I look up and he had stapled my picture to the forms.
OMG it was horrible. I looked like friggin jabba the hut! He was short and I was tall and it …..oh man it was bad.
it was so horrible that my personal space time bubble slowed down while the rest of the world sped up. I could not stop him, the folder was whisked away in a blink of an eye.
I felt like doing one of those slow motion runs and jump over the desk yelling, "NOOOooooo!"
Now, I want to hide and never come out. However, somewhere out there in some federal database there is proof that jabba exists. and in 3 weeks proof will arrive in my mailbox. Yes, 3 weeks, because I paid more to expedite this horrible piece of paper.
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