DMV Series by Sarah
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The third in the 'DMV' series. Standard disclaimers apply.
Broots at the DMV
by Sarah
Broots, again, was stuck at the DMV. This was taking even longer than normal, he thought. OK, I can end this. Miss Parker's
told me how to take care of things like this. He squared his shoulders and walked to the front desk. Broots, in a rare form
today, slammed his hands down on the counter.
"I want my driver's license renewed NOW!" He was panting from the effort of a new persona. This was fun! Miss Parker had
never told him how exhilerating taking charge could be! He glared at the clerk, who stared dipassionately at him.
"Please go to the back of the line." The clerk was young and acne-faced, and couldn't care less whether Broots stayed or left.
Broots slammed his fist on the counter and winced. Ow! Miss Parker hadn't said how much that hurt!
He shook his hand to rid the pain and stared the clerk in the face. "I need my driver's license today, and I'm not leaving til I get
it!"
"Fine, get back to the end of the line." The clerk waved his hand towards the door.
Realizing that his words hadn't had the effect he wanted, Broots meekly walked back to his place in line, passing a strangely
familliar man who was chuckling behind his hand. After another half an hour Broots was ready to try again. He walked to the
front of the line and pushed the woman in line out of the way.
"Hey! she shrieked. She grabbed his hand and flipped him over her head in a perfect judo move. Broots laid on the foor,
groaning, then stumbled to his feet and staggered to the back of the line. He waited. For another half hour he waited. Finally, he was at the front of the line.
"Thank heavens!" Broots reached for his wallet for his license. The clerk waved his hand at Broots.
"I'm sorry, we're closed for the day. Come back tomorrow." The clerk put the 'Closed' sign on the window opening and
walked out the door. Broots threw his hands up in disgust. "Drat it all!!" He walked back to the Centre with an expired drivers
license, resolving to come back the next day with a sweeper to take out those ladies with the judo lessons.
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by Sarah
Broots, again, was stuck at the DMV. This was taking even longer than normal, he thought. OK, I can end this. Miss Parker's
told me how to take care of things like this. He squared his shoulders and walked to the front desk. Broots, in a rare form
today, slammed his hands down on the counter.
"I want my driver's license renewed NOW!" He was panting from the effort of a new persona. This was fun! Miss Parker had
never told him how exhilerating taking charge could be! He glared at the clerk, who stared dipassionately at him.
"Please go to the back of the line." The clerk was young and acne-faced, and couldn't care less whether Broots stayed or left.
Broots slammed his fist on the counter and winced. Ow! Miss Parker hadn't said how much that hurt!
He shook his hand to rid the pain and stared the clerk in the face. "I need my driver's license today, and I'm not leaving til I get
it!"
"Fine, get back to the end of the line." The clerk waved his hand towards the door.
Realizing that his words hadn't had the effect he wanted, Broots meekly walked back to his place in line, passing a strangely
familliar man who was chuckling behind his hand. After another half an hour Broots was ready to try again. He walked to the
front of the line and pushed the woman in line out of the way.
"Hey! she shrieked. She grabbed his hand and flipped him over her head in a perfect judo move. Broots laid on the foor,
groaning, then stumbled to his feet and staggered to the back of the line. He waited. For another half hour he waited. Finally, he was at the front of the line.
"Thank heavens!" Broots reached for his wallet for his license. The clerk waved his hand at Broots.
"I'm sorry, we're closed for the day. Come back tomorrow." The clerk put the 'Closed' sign on the window opening and
walked out the door. Broots threw his hands up in disgust. "Drat it all!!" He walked back to the Centre with an expired drivers
license, resolving to come back the next day with a sweeper to take out those ladies with the judo lessons.
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