I am pleased to report I survived my naturalization test and am now well on the way to becoming well and truly naturalized.
I had expected a large room with a small official on a power kick, which is pretty well much what I got except for the fact the room was also small.
But I'm not going to be too critical before I know if I have been accepted as a citizen of this great and upstanding nation.
Still I am already adopting the US mindset and am considering installing a large star spangled banner in the front garden; and we're not talking about the Confederate flag with a full sized replica of General Robert E. Lee, either. No siree.
I aced all of the questions with one small hitch. I blurted out that the Declaration of Independence was signed on July 14, 1776, before correcting myself. But not before the official could quip: "Aha Bastille Day" squinting at me through narrowed eyes that suggested he suspected I was an accursed Frenchman while his nostrils twitched as he sought to pick up the smell of garlic.
He then pulled a velvet curtain shut, produced a pendulum and proceeded to hypnotize me.
"Cast out all impure thoughts of red phone boxes, muffins, corgis and warm beer," he intoned in a low, lulling voice.
As soon as I learn I'm in, I'm going off to celebrate with an ice cold Miller Lite. Just one mind and not at lunch time (obviously).
hahaha! Did that ignoramus really think you were French?
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