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Part 3. The Law of Threes.
I drove over to the courthouse and got some rock-star parking directly in front. Ha! I thought. Now things are going my way.
I passed through security - fairly easy when one of the guards was chatting with a pal, another was reading the sports section, and the third was asleep. I found the clerk's office on the second floor. A young woman with dark hair came to the counter.
Clerk: Can I help you?
ulitave: I'm here to submit a passport application. (places application, birth certificate, et al on the counter.)
Clerk: um ok...you know you'll have to write at least one check, right?
ulitave: Check? The website says you take credit cards.
Clerk: Yeah well, we're not set up to take credit cards.
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