I go in to register and i was the only one in the waiting room. The lady behind the bullet proof glass got my name and got to work on the paperwork. It was all very formal. No small talk and no emotion. When she stuck the paperwork through the port under the glass i snatched it up and asked, "Is that it?" "Yes, your free to go." "I served my time you know." "What?" "I was 'free to go' when i walked in here." |