Thursday, November 11, 2004

darkie.. bad!!

so.. check it.. i'm really getting tired of all the backlash resulting from the whole war on terror. seriously. it chaps my ass..

as some of you may know, i'm headed home for the holidays. i'll be gone for an entire month, for which i am ecstatic to no end, but trust that after about a week my family will no doubt get on my nerves, and surely vice versa.

so my travel agent tells me, as i spend a fortune on the plane ticket, that i'll need a visa to transit through heathrow. and as i'm talking to him, no doubt sounding a tad baffled, i repeat the fact that i'm only transiting through and that i'm not planning to leave the airport to take a ride on the double decker or to have tea with the queen. but he insists that i look into it by contacting her majesty's consulate office here in chitown to make sure so that i don't run into any problems.

well, lo and behold my man was right! it turns out, that if you're a citizen of any country on the wrong side of the world where the majority of the population are brown and muslim, you need a visa just to sit in the transit lounge.

can i say that again? please, indulge me in this one.

you need a visa to sit in the heathrow airport transit lounge while simultaneously spending money shopping at their ridiculously over-priced "duty-free" (my ass) stores.

oh, and did i mention the visa costs a whopping $51? add to that a fedex fee of $16 if you happen to be one of those poor souls who literally can't afford to take a day off work to stand in line at the embassy. and yes, that would be me.

so i'm spending $67 to go sit at a transit lounge for 4 hours on the way to dhaka and 3 hours on the way back. that's almost $10/hour just to SIT MY ASS IN A FUCKING AIRPORT TRANSIT LOUNGE!!!

can you sense the rage here? can you? really?

no. i don't think you can. because i couldn't possibly curse enough in english to get my point across. if you all could read bengali, i'd have a mouthful for ya..