Take a Number
So, I go to the license bureau
to get my plates renewed
(I wish I’d swallowed cyanide instead)
The man says ‘take a number’
I get ONE NINETY TWO
though the lines behind the little sign are dead
I can’t understand it
the entire place is packed
Yet, no one is allowed to cross that sign
They have like twenty windows
but only FOUR are occupied
and only ONE of THOSE is "open at this time"
When I finally reach the window
with my paperwork in hand
the woman says while searching through the pile
“I can’t accept this one -
you’ll have to bring another form”
as she shoves the papers back without a smile
I return again next morning
with my paperwork again
I’ll get this done today- I have a hunch
But when I get up to the building
there’s another stupid sign
that says in red “We’re sorry ,closed for lunch”
Copyright © Gayle Rodd | Year Posted 2017
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