This post is dedicated to the idiot with glasses who answers the window when you ring the bell at the Indian consulate in San Francisco.
Dear “Idiot with glasses”,
I was at the consulate earlier today, trying to submit my application for the passport that I lost in August this year. You answered the window when I rang the bell for the consulate (who the hell runs a consulate in a house??).
The moment you opened that window, I recognized that your face belonged to one of those idiots that I would beat up, back in India. You are someone that I would have never spoken to back home and yet, as fate had it, you were here, in San Francisco, some 10,000 miles away, opening the window without a smile, looking down on me and being all judgemental and sarcastic.
I asked you if I could drop off my application, all nicely packaged and ready to be mailed. Instead, you said that I had to mail it in through USPS. I really don’t understand how it matters, whether I drop it off myself or if some USPS guy dropped it off on my behalf. And you also wanted a notarized copy of my lost passport…. ummm… you idiot!
Thanks for ruining a day of my 5 day vacation. Anyways, I hope you lose your passport sometime, so that you know how it feels, and I hope you walk miles to a consulate, only to be told that you have to mail it to the same address instead. Screw you! I hope you rot in whatever you believe to be bad, in your afterlife.
Kthxbye…!