The passport agency did not approve of the photo I had taken a couple weeks ago. I had to get a new one. Fortunately, there was a place that can take them on the 3rd floor of the same building. Speaking of which, the passport office itself is the 13th floor of a huge skyscraper in the central business district of New Orleans. The view was gorgeous. I was high enough up that while waiting for my appointment after getting a new picture, I enjoyed watching the weather roll in.
When I left for the office, the weather was nice. I wore my nice shoes, and long pants, and I thought nothing of it. Apparently, the dress code for the passport office today should have been swimsuit and galoshes. I was hit by a torrential downpour of rain on the way back to the hotel. I literally found myself wading through water that was in places up to my calves deep. My nice shoes, well they have leather soles, and the sidewalks of this part of New Orleans are paved with bricks and marble flagstones. I could have skated on ice and had more traction. Before I thought to remove my socks and shoes, I went down to my knee in one of the deepest spots of water, soaking my pants to my hip. The downpour was so fierce that I had to remove my glasses to be able to see.
At the office though, no real problems. Because I'm here in town, they gave me an appointment tomorrow to pick up my passport. I'll be going back sometime after 11:30 am. We'll see what adventures tomorrow holds.
Wow. That is intense.
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