Uncle Sam wants me!!

The night before my Visa interview I did not sleep. I had terrible nightmares about getting up late and missing it...even though the interview was at 2 30pm.
This is unusual for me, normally, I'm the Queen of cool, nothing upsets my state of Zen.
So, I get up at 6 30 am and proceed to go through all the possibilities on how the day would end, none of them were good....did I mention the glass is always half empty for me?
I had shopped for appropriate clothing, I wanted something which said "I'm proud to be Indian and love India and even though I'm fleeing the country and can't wait to go to Amreeka and see disneyland, I have every intention of coming back to my country and opening hospitals and schools and providing clean drinking water and better toilet facilities"....turns out thats too much to ask for out of a piece of clothing, so I settled for a stupid green tee shirt over my jeans...
So, anyway on the day of my interview, I notice that my tee has a deceptively low neckline and is showing inappropriate amount of cleavage when I bend even slightly, I didnt notice this before. This is not good, I need to project an image of seriousness, I'm a studious girl going to do my Phd, flashing the Visa officer might not be a good idea. I make a mental note not to bend or make any sudden movements the whole day.
Catch a 12 35 train, reach Mahalaxmi at 1 15 pm, cab drivers look at me contemptously and openly sneer at me and pretend to not know what a US embassy is. finally, find a cabbie willing, but end up at the wrong place, its already 2 15 pm. A security gaurd nearby is nice enough to give me directions, I reach lincoln house at 2 25, am almost run over by a bus while crossing the road. the bus driver swears at me, I call him a fucking bastard right back , but I dont think he hears me, instead I'm enveloped by the exhaust fumes of the Bus.
After the frisking and fingerprinting (just like jail, except for the blonde women), I take my pink coupon and wait with the rest of them hopefuls. There's this TV screen, showing images of the Statue of liberty, Niagara falls and some other pretty places I dont recognize. I decide to not look at the big screen anymore, am weary of subliminal messages on govt propaganda that might be coming through.
Notice cute skinny boy has pulled up a chair next to me. Avoid looking at him, and stare at the ceiling .He asks me how long I've been waiting, I say 15 mins...then continue staring at the ceiling, dont really like talking to strangers and making painful small talk. But he persists, and pretty soon we're deciding on which VO (Visa Officer) looks the meanest and which one is handing those visas out like its nobody's business. We decide the lady with the big blonde hair looks most evil. Her hair is scary, like it could eat you up when you're in the cubicle with her.
He apparently is going to new york too, for an MS in Architecture. We discuss new york weather and conclude the only thing we know is that it gets shit cold. Then he gets called for his interview, I wish him luck but am annoyed that he gets called first even though I came in before him. But, not for long because my turn comes soon after, and I meet the VO, who's this pretty blonde woman ( not the one with the nasty hair).
This is how it goes

VO: what r u going to be studying?
Me: I tell her (I think she started to get bored, even I was bored of the bull shit I was going on about, she ignores me midway and starts to speak with another one of the 100 million blonde women there)
VO: (staring hard at her computer screen) So, ur going for a PhD?
Me: Yes, I am.
VO: what will u do after ur phd?
Me: more BS( she's again losing interest...I try and spice things up by throwing in something about saving the world one test tube at a time or something...no laughter...tough crowd)
VO: (Now staring at her screen and pressing keys furiously)
Me: (Wondering if she's doing something with my application, or as i suspect more accurately, playing Counterstike secretly with her fellow VOs)
finally...VO: your visa has been granted, your passport will be couriered to u within 2 days
Me: THANKYOU (I say this with a big ridiculous grin on my face and wonder for a moment whether it would be appropriate for me to hug the glass that separates us... then decide against it, dont want to come on too strong)

On my way out, exchange High fives with cute skinny boy and notice he's still in line for his interview.
Exit the Visa Centre and take pains to cross road carefully as dont want to be run over by oncoming traffic, would like to visit disneyland before I die.