Chicago: My Ass Hurts

My ass hurts and no they didn’t strip search me and stick a light bulb up my beep. It’s just I’ve been sitting on it for so many hours already. O’Hare was a headache. I was so tired from the flight and I could barely even focus, so in order to stay awake I started blasting some Linkin Park and Metallica into my ears. I approached the passport counter after nearly being in line for 15 minutes. I got my fingers scanned and face photographed. The inspector was polite but so rigidly formal. He escorted me into the main office where I was supposed to carry out a further registration procedure. The reason for that is because ehm ehm… I’m a citizen of a country enlisted in the Axis of Evil. The officer in the office was also strict but polite. He gave me some papers to fill and I did that. He then called me again to scan my finger and get photographed one more time. I stood there as he struggled to stroke some commands into the computer. “I hate computers” said the officer. At that moment I couldn’t take it anymore and I had to break the ice so I said “hey let me give it a try”. He laughed and said “I’m afraid I can’t let you do that. Oh there we go. It’s working now. I’m sorry for the delay but it’s just requirements.” So I was like “yeah I know, thanks to Uncle Sam huh?”. At that moment the whole wall of formality just collapsed and he laughed loudly. From that moment onwards we just had a normal converstation. After about an hour, everything was done. I then went to the customs officer who was a very wonderfull guy. He didn’t even search my small bag. I went out to meet my brother who was already drained out of patience. I finally made it. I was in America. Throughout the long and boring process, the officers maintained the highest degree of professionalism. I am thankfull. When I reached my brother’s place, I realized they had broken the lock on my big bag and searched it. They even tore some of the gifts’ wrapping =( … Ah it’s all good. We left the apartment and went to K-mart which was the first time and most probably last time for me to go inside one. The customer service was HORRIBLE! It sucked big time. Oh ya and I now finally know you why Americans call fast food junk food. Fast food in Malaysia and Emirates tastes so good. I love McDonald’s back there. I thought it was going to be the same here but the burgers were like cardboard sprayed with burger flavour. Why is the fast food so bad here? It’s so strange. Thank God however for Starbucks. I swear Starbucks rules. Indeed it’s great whenever and most importantly wherever you order it. I love Starbucks here. Anyways, I’m really tired now. I should get some sleep. I haven’t slept yet since I arrived. Oh ya and I bought an accoustic guitar and guitar effects on my first day here. The salespersons are very helpfull at Guitar Center. And ya Raccoon, I’m going to spend a whole day in Tokyo on the way back. They gave me a room in Nikko hotel in the middle of the city so it should be lots of fun. Bubyeee ZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzZZzzzz