Proof of That American Life.
Am off to push more paperwork around. My boxes of personal effects arrived in Dublin from Kansas City yesterday.
But I’m still working on getting them cleared through customs.
What I have to do is prove that I was really living in America, and having successfully proved that I then need to prove that I am not really living in America anymore.
Being a hoarder, and somebody who doesn’t listen to other people especially when they say things like, throw that away, I happen to have all the proof in the world that I really did live in America. Inside the boxes I shipped from America.
And to get at that proof in those boxes I just need to prove that I really lived in America. See where I’m going with this?
I mentioned this little conundrum to the shipping agent - the one that once contracted never suggested maybe not shipping all my proof of living in America from America for it would be needed to permit it to finish its journey. And funnily enough they said,
-We understand, this happens all the time.
Eolaí gan Fhéile:
Well, that did make me laugh. But sounds frustrating.
What a load of shite.
Good luck with the fools. Call me if you need somebody whacked.