Lats Do it at the Currency Exchange

We walk into the exchange and we are the only customers. Two bored-looking clerks sit┬ábehind 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.

 

About Kiki Maraschino

I like catfish. Sure, we all like catfish, but I think for me it is somehow deeper.
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