Today I returned to the police station as instructed the last time I was there. In case you are keeping track, this was trip #8 in the process of trying to obtain my new license plates. Took my number, waited my turn - you know the drill by now. My number was finally called, so I fought my way up to the window (a lot of people still don't understand the "take-a-number" system, so they just crowd their way up to the window until the Man Behind the Glass tells them to go back downstairs to the entrance and take a number), presented all of my documentation, and waited around for a few minutes while the Man Behind the Glass sorts through a pile of license plates. No go. They aren't there. Come back next Tuesday.
Is anyone surprised by this? Because I'm not really. It's pretty much life as usual here. A couple more examples from today:
- At 1 o'clock this afternoon, I took some pictures to the 1-hour photo place to have them printed . The lady asked if I could come back and pick them up after 6 o'clock. Umm, yeah, I guess. Although that's not why I came to the 1-hour place.
- I needed to buy some envelopes to mail some gifts to the States, so I walked to the bookstore where I always buy this kind of envelope (bookstores here often carry a lot of office and school supplies). Closed for inventory until January 12. Later in the day I remembered another bookstore just a block away, so I walked over there to get my envelopes. Well, it was just a block away. Apparently it's not anymore. The windows are all covered over with paper and there are signs on the door stating where similar merchandise can be purchased (at the bookstore currently closed for inventory, of course!). Grrr...maybe I'll get my envelopes tomorrow.
And I wonder why some days it feels like I don't get anything done! Maybe because I don't.
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