*Standing in line at the Center for Criminal Justice to be fingerprinted*
A lady turns to me and a conversation ensues...
"Can you believe the line?", she says.
"No, it's crazy. I didn't know it would be this crowded."
"Can you help me with something?"
"Uhh... what do you need?"
"Can you fill this out for me?"
"Um, I don't think I should. That's your background check form."
"Yeah, I'm having trouble reading it. Can you just fill it out and sign it for me?"
"Um, I'm sorry, but that's not quite...legal."
*at this point she begins talking to herself...LOUDLY...CAN YOU BELIEVE THESE PEOPLE, WON'T HELP YOU FILL OUT A FORM. JUST ASKIN' FOR A LITTLE HELP. CAN'T QUITE SEE. DON'T NEED MUCH. JUST SIGN MY FORM. JUST SIGN MY FORM. THIS PLACE IS RIDICULOUS. I GOTTA GO. GOTTA GET BACK TO THE KIDS. JUST SIGN THE FORM IS ALL I ASK. CAN'T DO IT MYSELF!!!
*She gets to the counter and jerks her thumb towards me, telling the secretary, "Watch out for that one, she's not so nice."
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