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Why Do You Love Poland? [907]
I changed my mind. I do love Poland and the Polish people for their consistency. Just like that woman in a Warsaw hospital who couldn't force herself to say more than just 'no' or its equivalents, the security guy at the Polish consulate in Chicago told me today that I have to have an appointment. No appointment, no go. Since I was already there after an hour on the road and 12 bucks for parking, I asked if I could make an appointment while I was still there. Nie. You have to make it on our website.
We all know that all government employees are genetically defective and, emboldened by that fact that they work for monopolies, tend to act out their frustrations on their victims like me. But there is this special kind that can be hatched and trained to be a super indifferent and passive-aggressive a-hole like that government hospital employee I mentioned above and him.
Since I don't enjoy being treated in the US, the consulate special status aside, as if I were still in Poland, I told him that I don't have internet. Then, you can ask your daughter or son to help you. I don't have any family or friends, and my IQ is not high enough to learn how to go on the Internet.
This is when the guy realized that I am not like any other sheep that can be made to go away with a bulls*** line. Please come in and go to the first window. OK, thanks.
My point is that making an attempt to see if there is a cancellation or an opening later today was not even on this a-hole short list. He was clearly so very proud to be just a mindless rule enforcer. Leaving that place was an experience as liberating as leaving Poland in 1966 and three month ago.