The Passport Photo

I just realized that my passport has expired. If I plan on going to Mother Russia for Christmas, authorities in Moscow will probably require one.

So will the Canadian border patrol outside of Detroit when I drive to Toronto.
Soon, we’ll be required to present a passport in order to obtain a Venti de-caf at the airport.

I just got my passport photo taken.

My god. . . .

I look just like Hank Hill.

I can just see it now. I arrive at Domodedovo International Airport in Moscow and I’m in front of the customs official named Dmitri:

Dmitri: May I see your passport?

Me: Okay, but it’s not a very good picture of me.

Dmitri turns to his co-worker, Sergei:
“Посмотрите это! Он смотрит точно как тот ‘король человека’ холма!”

(“Check this out. He looks just like that King of the Hill guy!”)

Sergei: Нет. Я думаю что он смотрит больше как Дуайт Шрут от “Офиса.”

("No. I think he looks more like Dwight Schrute from The Office")

Dmitri: Вы правильно! (Hey, you're right!)

And they both laugh. In Russian: Я-Я-Я-Я-Я-Я-Я!
(Ha ha ha ha ha ha!)

Sigh. . . .

Maybe I’ll just visit my folks in Texas instead.