It was not even lunchtime, and this one looked to be a good one. A soccer mom, Karen or Cindy, leading her acne-prone, bratty teenager around from window to window to get his learner’s permit.
“Ma’am,” Donna said. “Are you taking a test?”
“No, no,” said Karen-Cindy, “I’m just waiting for my son over there.”
She pointed to Acne-Zack, picking his nose while staring at the screen in a booth.
“Well, you’ll have to wait outside,” said Donna.
“Oh, okay,” said Karen-Cindy, and scuttled away with a limp wave at Acne-Zack’s back.
Wow, that felt wonderful, Donna thought.
Music pairing: The Power by Snap!