Today, I went to get my passport photo taken, and because of the strict photo specifications, I look like a murderer... GREAT! I mean, come on, I look more like a terrorist than ever before! When was the last time you saw a terrorist happy to get his/her (lets not leave the girls out of this) photo taken? Anyway, I'm sure everyone has heard about this topic before... So, I'll talk about the wonderful experience I had instead!
Ok, So I headed over to London Drugs to get my photo taken for my big adventure, and the lovely lady who worked in the photo lab looked a lot like death... She had this horrific purple and pink eye shadow clouding her non existing eye lids, and she had this pissed off expression that gave off an, "I don't get paid enough to be here" look. Being a little nervous, I politely went up to her and asked to get my passport photo taken. She revealed her unfortunate chompers and replied, "Fine, just let me set up." and then miserably made her way to grab the camera.
Now, because I was so terrified that I looked like cookies and milk to her, and that she was going to eat me... I began to perspire... She noticed this, and told me to get a tissue and do something about it. I then began to blot the milk away, but it was too late, I was under pressure. I turned to her and asked her to just take the picture already. Her cold remark of, "Whatever." was reassuring. She seemed to not care too much and took the photo like a kid receiving the "Participation Award" for coming in last place.
Thank god that part was over...
It was now time to get the photo processed, so I decided to browse the electronics section while I waited. As I was sifting through their limited selection of game titles that were so lame and dated, not even Justin Bieber would find them entertaining, I heard the cackling of the photo lab lady. I went up to the counter to take a look at my photos and cringed at the picture I will have to present every time I board an airplane. I was just glad it was finally done. I looked up to see the lab lady smile as if she did a good job and wanted praise or a cookie, so without further stalling, I said, "Thank you" to the mythical creature, and scurried out of the store.
Lesson of the story: Don't let a sea monsters take your passport photo.
kthxbai
-Bleeding Milk Bear
