We walk into the exchange and we are the only customers. Two bored-looking clerks sit behind the counter staring into space. I approach one and she gestures towards the other one. I turn to her and she gestures to the tickets. I look at her like, “Really? You want me to take a number?” She just stares back blankly.
So I take a ticket – number 170.
The number 167 flashes on a board. The second customer service girl calls out, “167.” I stare at her. The room is still empty except for us.
“168” I stare at her harder.
“169” I stare at her as if she just took off her own head off and spun it on her finger like a basketball.
“170”
“170”
I hand her my ticket and she exchanges my money.
