First of all, I hate Cracker Jack apartheid; the popcorn is always on top, the peanuts always on the bottom. Even when you shake it to make sure you get a good mix, it never fails to separate, which makes me anxious.
Also, when we went to the consulate this morning, there was this pushy woman (from China) with her husband (from Australia) who kept wanting to skip us in line while we were outside waiting for the doors to the building to open.
Woman, Standing directly in front of the locked doors: I wait here.
Man: Oh, no, we have all day.
Well, they didn't need all day, because they ended up taking Number Two's place in line while we were hung up in the stairwell. Besides, they were just picking up their completed visas, and there's a separate, considerably shorter line for that.
-K.
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Hey Kiara,
ReplyDeleteDid you at least get a cool Crackerjacks prize? They still have prizes inside don't they?
Love,
Mom
Yeah, but it was really stupid. Some paper finger puppet of Susan B. Anthony. I really don't think that future trouble-makers eat Cracker Jacks anymore. They probably eat kashi or soybeans or something.
ReplyDeleteAu cont air
ReplyDeleteCracker Jack a mainstay of Americana is still eaten by way cool people as evidenced by you knowledge of the cracker jack...
So wave your susan puppet proudly...