Officialdom. The face of Government.
Sooner or later, we all run into someone who represents our shadowy overlords who decide what we can't and can do. With their questions.
Normally, in such cases where I have been subject to such questioning by the face of authority, I have a dual dialogue where the mouth gives the answers they want to hear, and the brain thinks the real answers it wants to give. E.g. (from a British perspective):
Driving home in the small hours and suddenly assailed by blue flashing lights. You see a figure get out of the police car. Winding down the window, you wait for the barrage of questions. Unfortunately, Brain has other things it wants to say.
Policeman: "Is this your car?"
Brain: "It's a fair cop Officer. It actually belongs Reese Witherspoon, and I thought she did not deserve to have such a nice car, therefore I took it."
You: (Guiltily) "Yes."
Policeman: "Do you know why I pulled you over?"
Brain: "Yes. Because you are working night shift and have bugger all to do."
You: "no."
Policeman: "Do you know that your left tail light is not working, and therefore a hazard as per blah blah blah?"
Brain: "What the hell do you think I am? Psychic? Do you think before I set off on a journey I do pre-drive checks? I can hear the pop of a bulb as I drive along?"
You: "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry......"
Normally, you can fight these inner demons as the questioning is not severe. You are normally on your way before they break through and you find yourself saying " I am actually Carlos the Jackal, and I claim my Five Pounds" , giggling insanely.
Today, the inner demons got the best of me.
I had my interview to become a legal resident of the USA.
Part 2 to follow
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