A/N: I know it's probably not an original thought, but it's still kind of funny. Watch That 70's Show, for anyone who doesn't know what I'm talking about.
Disclaimer: I don't own Eric Foreman or Eric Foreman.
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Doctor Eric Foreman sat in line at the DMV, tapping his foot impatiently. There were about thirty people there that morning, at least six of which he could tell should be waiting in line at the PPTH clinic instead. On his right sat a blonde, picking at her nail polish and probably here for her second or third try at the driving test. To his left was a guy with messy hair, looked like he needed a cut bad, wearing a polo shirt with wide, horizontal stripes.
After a few minutes, a DMV employee walked out to the waiting room, clipboard in hand. "Eric Foreman?" The woman looked around as Dr. Foreman raised a hand.
"I'm Eric Foreman," he said.
"I'm Eric Foreman," said the guy to his left.
They looked at each other for a moment and then back to the woman with the clipboard.
"Uh, I'll be right back," she said, and walked off, confused.
"Your name is Eric Foreman?" Said polo-shirt-guy.
"Yeah," Dr. Foreman said, defensively. "Yours too? That's weird."
"Yeah." Polo-shirt-guy laughed. "I'll have to tell Donna about this one."
"Who's Donna?"
The End