For a moment those sitting in line at the Department of Self Worth turned their heads and then, when they heard the buzz from the number counter, turned back to the electronic display. There was the curdled stench of bureaucracy in the air.
"Mommy, Mommy, can I? Please Mommy?" I begged. Mommy sighed. They weren't going to call our number for a few hours and she knew I was going to start acting up soon.
"Oh, ok. Don't be too long though." She tousled my hair affectionately as I leapt from my seat.