I recently had to get a new passport.
I filled out the form, and had my passport photo taken.
I was told I had to remove my hat.
Now if I had more time, and wasn’t travelling to the US in three weeks, I would have fought this grave injustice with a vengeance.
Damn it, my hat is part of my religion.
Just for the record, I believe if my head isn’t covered, then the rays of an invisible man will penetrate my brain and cause voices in my head*.
Unfortunately, if I try and explain this, people look at me strange. This is odd, because this very phenonmen affects [mb]illions of people world wide, but is explained as people having a personal relationship with god.
Now personally, I don’t want an invisible man telling me what to do, hence my hat.
Alas, the NZ government wasn’t sympathetic to my plight.
And so it came to be, that briefly in the middle of the day, I had to remove it.
I now have a rather grumpy looking photo embedded into my passport, which ironically has little resemblance to the real me.
Hopefully this won’t raise alarms with US custom officials (because we know that terrorists all wear hats).
*Off the record, I just like wearing one.