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Experience At Passport Office!!

Well it is vaccations and thinking of ne timepass well then u can as well goto the passport office to remove ur passport if u dont hv one ofcourse.
well over there its full time pass
let me tell u wht happ
it was friday when we went at 1030
the line was till outside ,we were wondering should we wait or should we go and come another day
still we waited as the line was going faster
came inside still more line to stand
had got counter no 7
kept standing there ,the line jus wouldnt move (it true no jokes)
other lines moved faster
so went ahead to find out whts wrong
well tht man at the counter was such a freak he was attending to some vip guests
and thought there is a separte queue for payment of fees tht freak was taking money
and moving abt here and there when the line kept waiting patiently
since if neone said nething wht if he didnt approve the papers!!
so keep quite and wait and watch
its already 1230 the door closes and still we standing in line
we got no 25 in the line the last no
now its almost lunch time and we still at the same place standing
ppl start wondering and complaining to the freak to hurry up
well he does a little
well at abt 12 when my parents r standing at the counter of the freak i stood at the fees payment counter which was as much line
but till 130 i was almost at the fisrt position whereas mom is still standing behind
then comes lunch time
now we got soem place to sit
so we sit for an hour almost then again in line
now we keep waiting and a man who was quite old in the neighbouring queue sees someone comming in middle at his queue
so he stops her
and tells other fellows to stop her too
abt half an hour later
he barges into our queue to talk to tht freak and after some talking tht freak approves his papers
well wondering wht to say
there is nothing u cant help after all government !!
well later luck favored us and we were shifted to a queue where the work was done quickly
but it was almost 330
so guys wanna get a passport vaccation is the rite time
u will get entertainment as well as experince and who knows i may read ur experince;)
so do tell!!!

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