And That's a FACT

This blog was on hiatus as I depart for training on how not to get killed overseas. Specifically, Foreign Affairs Counter Threat (FACT) training.

I won't go into too much detail on the training itself. First aid, self-defense, that kind of thing. Sometimes fun, often stressful.

That was nothing, though, compared to my arranged marriage. When I arrived at the hotel the clerk told me "OK sir, we've put you in a room with your wife."

"What?"

"Your wife, Meg."

"Uh...."

I eventually convinced them that I and this Meg person were not married. But it didn't stop them from telling Meg (whose last name is similar, not even identical, to mine) the same thing and giving her my room key. When she arrived and saw my stuff everywhere (I was out) she was able to get herself a different room - but of course when I got back MY room key didn't work.

I just love the fact that State would ASSUME two people with kind of similar last names are married and room them together without even bothering to ask. 

Now the serious packing begins.