I turned in my passport application (cation)* today. How (misbehave)* naive of me to think I would walk in, turn it in, pay money, and walk away. It was not that way at all.

Guided by the Gatekeepers instructions and (seeks no)* seeking the light of the holiday tree, I wove my way down into the bowels of the county courthouse. There stood the holiday tree in all its radiant glory. Nice Person asked, “Do you have an appointment?” My brain goes, “appointment? This requires an appointment? Huh?” My mouth says, “No, I didn’t know I needed one”. Nice Person says, “Let’s see if we can work you in today.” Off Nice Person goes deeper in the maze. After awhile and a roll of Smarties, Nice Person returns telling me I’m in luck there has been a cancellation and Passport Person can see me now.

More directions and wandering about. Oh look, It’s Passport Person’s office. Ceremonial greetings are exchanged. Palms are pressed together. Paperwork is reviewed, revised, and copied. The appropriate funds are exchanged. Pleasantries are exchanged. Advice is given. An hour passes. I bid farewell, leaving behind my identity, and like the experimental mouse I wind my way back through the maze to Gatekeeper. The Gatekeeper gives me a lighter, a laugh, a knife, and buzzes me out into the rain.

That’s my story and Maya and I are sticking to it. 😉

*The things in parenthesis are messages from the muse, Autocorrect.

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