I think if I ever sneezed in the bank downstairs, they'd attach a copy of my alien card and passport to the Kleenex.
Wanna play a fun game? Go to a Korean post office and try to communicate that you want to buy stamps for a self-addressed envelope. The guy even insisted on writing my address out for me (sweet, really, as now it's in Korean) but we had to do a series of hilarious charades in order for him to figure out what the fuck I was going on about.
Dudes. My life is filled out in triplicate ten times over these days.