Featuring the T.F. Green shoe shiner and airport patrons:
I was lucky and only had to stick around the BMV for bout two hours. About half an hour in this larger fellow in an OSU sweatshirt came in. He was one of those people who hate silences: oh, I was here for four hours yesterday and when I go to the counter I didn't have the specific document with me so I had to come back today. Anyone want to trade numbers? Hey, are you sketching me? How's this?
Y' know. At least it wasn't a boring two hours. He kept harping me and made me laugh when I was getting the ID photo taken (that's why me license sports an image of a tomato instead of my face).
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