Glorified!

The Mrs. Pickaspat and I went to embark on the Passport Experience yesterday.

Let's just say it was over even before it started. The tales of line ups and waiting, and people, and evil people behind the counter were completely nil. In actuality... it was the commissioners that were the real side show.

Stand in a straight line, single file!

No talking!

Get your information out!

I'm over-riding what the form says!

If you don't get this information out before you get up to the wicket, you will be sent to the back of the line!

We were both processed and done in under an hour. This included walking into the building, waiting outside the building, taken upstairs in the elevator, waiting inside in single file, then standing in line staring at a room full up people, the wicket lady, talking to the commissioner one last time to get his curled hair just an inch frizzier with anxiety, back down the elevator and to the car in under an hour.

Hmmmmm...

The rest of the day was filled with shopping... now how glorius is that!

Now