Today I went to Immigration at the police station to check on my wife's and child's renewals as they should be ready. Isn't it great that if approved, my wife and child gets the privaledge of living with me here for one more year!?! Whoo hoo! Oddly, I am a permanent resident and my child was born on the Dutch Side. Would it not make more sence to coordinate the expiration of the family residency as a whole? I guess barring that I chase her off for some other reason, I get to live with my wife for at least one more year......That is, if her papers were approved.
Aha! Nobody in line. Not a soul. I approach and am overly friendly wishing her a Good Morning (don't do that and you get nowhere on this island.)
[Side Bar, Announce Good morning from rise and shine time until 11:59, then it is Good Afternoon until 5:59, on to good evening and then good night. Local mannerisms basically stop at that, but don't do it and you will get nowhere; except to get someone to Chupps their teeth at you]. Hey its a start. Anyway, back to the papers.
All powerfull Immigration Lady (playing solitare on her computer): "We're not open for that."
Me: "um, ok, what are you open for? Sign says Open?"
A.P.I.L. "Reentry permits"
Me: "i understand, but since there is nobody here (and you are only playing solitare...wait, can't say that) would you be so kind as to check on these two numbers in your computer to see if they are ready?"
A.P.I.L. "Only reentry permits. Come back at 2:00."
WHY?!?!?!?! Why does it have to be so difficult? It would take her all of 10 seconds to type in the number for the system to tell her the status of the request. If it was lunch hour, hey, I understand, if there was a line of people waiting for reentry permits, bummer for me. But not a soul was around. So, I do what you can only do. Bite my tounge and head to Green House for a Margarita.
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