Oct 25
A ho-hum activity that's really fun when done with a good friend: going to the DMV.
Gibbs tried not to let his impatience show as he stood in line. This place was disturbingly busy.
It was all Jenny's fault anyway. Somehow or other, she had managed to misplace the paper copy of her driving license. After tearing her house to pieces, he had wandered by at 0900 on a Saturday to find her about to slip her detail and head to the DMV by herself.
It hadn't taken him two minutes to get it into her head that she wasn't going anywhere without him. And so they stood in a line that seemed as though it would never move, idly watching people gossip at the counter as though the queue wasn't out the door already.
He tried not to tap his foot impatiently. Coffee. He knew he should have had coffee before he entered this hellhole. But he had innocently assumed this would take all of five minutes.
They had been waiting for an hour already. Didn't these people have jobs to do or families to take care of? Did they really have nothing better to do than stand in a queue forever and a day?
Jenny prodded him. "You didn't have to come," she whispered.
He glared at her.
"There was a reason I left my detail behind," she continued in the same whisper. "There is no point in anyone else waiting in limbo."
He resisted the urge to smile. At least she found it as boring as he did. "I could take hostages," he suggested.
She gave him a glare. "Don't give me ideas."