I had a seat in a painfully drab and depressing room utterly devoid of anything resembling a human touch in a government building full of lifeless government worker automatons waiting for four bloody hours just so the GF can get a simple bloody sellers permit. blah.
This is why i dont want the government fixing anything.
I'll have to do that for stealthlunch one day next week because this week coming is break week for her. Which means I'll have to stealthbuy the Spam because the wife will be suspicious.
Maybe I'll see if we have the bacon-laden Spam up here.