Day 45 - Post 18 - Trouble Trouble Trouble

Do you remember when I told you about my letter to Ambassador Patterson?  Well, he came to my home today to directly respond to that correspondence and some other matters. Not pleasant.

Ambassador Patterson barged into the house with three of his diplomatic security guards. They started roughing up our place, going through the drawers and basically all of our stuff.

"What are you doing!" I yelled.

He smacked me and then said, "Shut it Tim, I'm the law here and we got business with you!"

I started crying. I don't like getting slapped. 

He smacked me again.

"Why are you smacking me?"  I cried.

"I don't know, I just thought it might calm you down. My apologies, I'm not very diplomatic." He responded.

"But you are a diplomat!" I said, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"Actually no. I was appointed by the President because I was one of his favorite golf caddies. I hate this job, and I hate trolls like you that promote terrorism."

The ambassador then sat down.

"Is it possible by the way to get some tea" He inquired from Jill.

"Oh certainly your honor, what would you like?" Jill asked.

"Mint please"

"Coming right up," Jill said perkily.

"Why are you doing this? What are you looking for?" I asked again.

"We are searching for more information about your daughter Patricia, we suspect she runs with the Sunshine Lollipop Terrorist group."

Then the Ambassador pulled out a file with a picture of Patricia and 4 Arab men.

I was shocked.

"That's Bethany with her friends Nick, Howie, Brian and A.J, how do you have that?"

The Ambassador slapped me again.

"Wake-up! Your daughter doesn't hang out with the Backstreet Boys, she's being recruited by a terrorist cell - the deadliest!"

Jill walked back in the room with the tea

"The Sunshine Lollipop gang? Doesn't sound very threatening to me," said Jill.

The Ambassador sipped his tea and then shattered the glass against our wall.

"Wake-up morons! This isn't Disney Land! This isn't a joke. Your daughter is a bad fruit and you are all bad seed"

I corrected the Ambassador.

"We are bad fruit and she is a bad seed"

"Give me one reason, I shouldn't have one of my guards break your legs Timothy." the Ambassador threatened.

One of the guards piped up:

"Um, sir, that's not really legal. None of what we are doing is legal. I'm not really sure why we are listening to you."

The Ambassador slammed his fist on the table.

"Awww crap, here comes the bureaucracy throwing a monkey wrench in the way of progress, fine let's get out of here."

Before the Ambassador left he grabbed me by my shirt.

"Oh, Tim, and as for your little job. I had a conversation with your boss, Mr. Budwai. You two should be having a different relationship from now on. I don't think you will last the week in Saudi Arabia."

I closed the door and started crying.

Jill came over to me and patted my back.

"Can I do anything honey?" she asked.

"Could I also get some tea?" I inquired.

"Oh no, we are all out."

Not a good start to the week, not a good start.