police.

So today we went to apply for our permit of residence at the police station. We had a map with some crazy directions that ended up taking us WAY out of the way, when all we need to do was go down our street a few blocks. Finally arrive, and the police men (who usually only seem good for staring at you as you walk by) told us that the foreign office, which we needed, was closed. Even though we had an appointment at 300pm. We finally get that cleared up and go up to the office to find it's not closed at all. Then the woman tells us that our photos will not be accepted because they are not on glossy paper. She directs us to an automatic photobooth outdoors a few blocks away. We are frustrated at this point because the booth only prints 4 photos and we need to give the station 5. So we have to pay for 8 photos that are not needed. We decide to have a little fun to let out our frustration out. I can hardly contain myself as I hand the woman my phtos and she bursts out laughing at me. She says "bella, why?" because I look so ridiculous. Thankfully she wasn't upset and we recieved our permits. Then we proceeded to be finger printed and everything else went smoothly. Yay.