Two and half hours of waiting in various queues, both physical and electronic, and I didn't use any naughty words. I'm awfully proud of myself. I'm also awfully proud of my recently laundered (bastard Lovejoy) passport, which passed its embassy test with flying colours.
I'm less pleased with the fact that now for the first time in my life my fingerprints have been taken. I wonder what they do with them? I do hope they take better care of them than they did with my name and nationality (which led to the whole Philadelphia debacle), I wouldn't want to arrive in Washington in 10 days and find out I'm a serial killer or a terrorist. (Assuming that I do get my passport back next week that is.)
Should all be fun...
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