The Nice Thing About Strangers

It’s the Department of Motor Vehicles, so no one is really crossing any items off their Bucket List around here. The lack of enthusiasm shows in glum faces, distant stares, the contagious yawns.  A woman from Nepal stands by a set of chairs and stretches.  Sometimes she steps forward, raises her arms, making silent movements. She’s making two old ladies very nervous as they wait to have their photos taken for updated licenses.

A man returns to his wife, who sat in the photo-waiting area while he went up for his portrait.  She greets him, “What was the fuss?”

“Oh. She said I’ve been working too hard.”

“What’s that?”

“I’ve got no more fingerprints–look at that. She couldn’t get a read on ’em, said I’ve been working too hard and wore them all away.”

“Well well,” she moves for the door and he follows.

As he opens the door for…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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