DC Consulate Take Three

I love the Algerian consulate…for real these people are just a peach. From previous blogs you have read about the blatant lying and disregard for Americans, but what I haven’t told you is during my last visit to lovely Washington DC they gave me the wrong visa. Which apparently is a very big deal because they had threatened to basically deport me when I arrived at site. Which is strange considering it’s the exact same visa I had the last time I was here. But anyway I convince that its too scary to travel to Algiers at the moment due to all of the suicide bombing over the past few months and they agree to let me wait until my R&R so I don’t have to make 2 trips to the ole US of A. But I wanted to make very sure that when I do go back that they know that I’m coming and it will be brisk and efficient visit without phantom copy machines or disappearing fax machines.
Me: Hello, my name is Sean Harrington and I was here a few months ago and asked for a work visa but you gave me a business visa.
Receptionist: What?
Me:… (God dammit here we go again)
Consulate: Who is this whiteboy?
Me: Hello, my name is Sean Harrington and I was here a few months ago and asked for a work visa but you gave me a business visa.
Consulate: Oh yes, I heard about this let me see your visa…Ah see I was on vacation then that was the problem some other guy did this for you.
Me: You know actually I think I remember seeing you at the hotel right after I got into the country.
Consulate: …what?…Oh yes, that’s right. Don’t tell my wife.
Me:…Um, OK. (what?)
Consulate: Not a problem we’ll have this fixed for you in a few minutes.
Me: OK great I’ll just wait in the waiting room.
Consulate: What? No, no go get some coffee or something, in fact why don’t you go back to your hotel.
Me: I though you said it would take just a few minutes
Consulate: You don’t want to go straight back to Algeria do you? That place is awful, I’ll see you tomorrow.
At this point I just give up and go back to the hotel and relax it has been a long trip with long layovers and missed luggage and I can’t deal with this crazy fucker anymore. The following day I get a similar exchange.
Me: Yes, this Sean Harrington do you have my visa?
Consulate: What? Who is this?
Me:…*sigh* I was in yesterday.
Consulate: Oh yes, the white boy; yes its ready come on in and get it.
I can’t wait to go back…