Tuesday, April 20, 2010

Mug Shots of the Poor and Unknown

So we finally got around to getting our future world-traveler a passport yesterday. But check out the photo…

Poor baby looks like a convict in a police lineup.

She was VERY unhappy with the VERY large woman who kindly took her sweet time, ignoring our pleas for a speedy snapshot as our little Spartan was getting very impatient, wriggling out of her stroller and THIS CLOSE to having a meltdown in the middle of the freaking Post Office. Did the government employee care? Not a bit. She was too busy chatting up her coworker discussing the very urgent topic of lunch. Like she needed it. (oops, did I say that out loud?). That’s our fine government employee for ya…in all her glory.

I guess it’s ultimately our fault for not bringing in our own photos, and I know Karma is going to bite me in the ass some day for that statement…but I can’t help it. The jokes about the United States Postal Service are cliché for good reason. Dammit!

Here’s a much sweeter photo to make up for the hideousness that we will have to endure for the next 5 years…


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