So I am there at the office with my brother to pick up some papers and a package. it was 4.30 pm. At exactly 6 pm I had the badminton court booked.
I stared at my ticket stub. It said 560.
I looked up at the LCD display above. It said "now serving applicant 540".
Twenty people more, I thought, how bad could it be?
It was bad. It was so slow.
"What's the time?" My brother, and badminton partner, asked me.
"4:45 pm." I glanced at my watch and replied.
"Uh oh." He quickly calculated. "It will take us 40 minutes to go home in rush hour. We will be cutting it close."
"If by 5 we are ready to pick it up ..." I left the sentence unfinished. We would just reach home in time. Perhaps.
"Now serving customer 559." The LCD said.
"It's 5 o'clock." My brother announced, quite loudly.
"Yeah," I replied. And then I added, not realizing, in a VERY loud voice, "The countdown has begun."
Quite the wrong choice of words when you are at an embassy to pick up your visa ...