As Ian approached walked toward the Department of Motor Vehicles office, he noticed a stream of people hurriedly leaving the place. Perhaps the staff was doing a remarkable job at processing forms and such. It would be a nice change but he doubted he could be so lucky. Still, it would be nice if he could get his business here done and have a few hours to goof off before reporting to his second shift job at a warehouse.
Because of his work hours, Ian had apparently missed some weird publicity stunt at the Academy Awards where some famous people were supposedly eaten on stage. It had to be some "reality advertising" for an epic "zombies take over the world" movie coming out. If it was any good, he'd try to see it on the big screen - maybe IMAX if it was on there.
Upon entering the DMV, Ian incredulously noticed that there were no lines. He looked around and saw official notices on the walls from the DMV. Yes, he was in the right place.
Shrugging, he removed a folded paper from his jacket pocket. He had just bought an old Kawasaki 2000 from a friend and needed to transfer the title. He had his paperwork filled out after printing the form from the DMV site and already had his check for the title fee made out - anything to speed the process.
Since there were several open windows at the counter to choose from, he chose one with a gray-haired woman staring at him. Upon closer inspection, her skin seemed to match her hair in color and her eyes looked kind of funny. Her name tag said her name was Alice.
"Good morning, Alice" he said with a polite smile.
Alice hissed something back that he couldn't understand but he nodded as if he did.
Sliding his paperwork across the counter to her, he explained.
"I should have everything here. The original title, the receipt of sale, the title transfer request, the new title, the property quit claim, proof of insurance, address verification form, and, of course, the check. Can't forget the money, right?"
Ian grinned during the last part of his remark but Alice didn't seem very amused as she stared at him. Then she looked down at the papers in front of her. Behind her, a rotund guy with a bad comb-over and the same unhealthy pallor to his skin lurched by. Really, these people needed to get some sun.
When Alice started to reach for him, she knocked over a self-inking stamp with the DMV seal and current date. Trying to be helpful, Ian retrieved it as it clattered toward him and handed it to her. Grabbing his hand, she bit his arm but his leather jacket kept the teeth from penetrating. In his surprise, Ian dropped the stamp. He mumbled an apology - these bureaucratic types were very protective about their official stamps.
Alice looked at the thing as it fell onto the counter. With a moan of faint recognition, she picked it up and hammered at Ian's paperwork, crumpling much of it as it was haphazardly but officially stamped. Then she dropped it as the few coherent memories from her formerly living existence continued to dissipate. Staggering away from the counter, she wandered down the hall where some of her other co-workers were trying to get into an office where some living people had barricaded themselves.
Ian stood at the abandoned counter in puzzlement. Finding the crumpled and ink-smeared title to his bike in the tattered pile, he tucked it into his pocket and walked out. However odd it had been, this was by far the quickest and friendliest service he had ever received from the Department of Motor Vehicles. Humming a happy tune, he looked forward to a fine day.
This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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