We turned in our cell phones and IDs again, and entered the Embassy to be greeted by a VERY full waiting room. While awaiting our turn to go to the (one and only) window, I got to chatting with some of the people there. (I can't help it...it's what I've always done. My parents used to say growing up that I'd never met a stranger...=) )
Turns out several of them had been there two+ weeks waiting for their Visa stamps. Eek. Their stamps kept getting denied for one reason or another, or they'd been simply told to "come back tomorrow" for days on end.
On a scale of one to ten my anxiety level went from about a six to about a 28.
When it was our turn, we approached the window and paid our $67.50BD and were told "thank you, come back at 1:00pm"
"Will that be the end of these proceedings?" Tina inquired as politely as possible...
Inshallah is an Arabic phrase meaning "if God wills it", and I've heard it both used as an incredibly reverent offer of sacrifice and surrender of ones future to God, and used as a way to deflect from giving an actual answer...;)
With that, we had nothing left to do but go back to the hotel and worry. Luckily, we had lovely surroundings to worry in...