License to Kill?

I re-visit the DMV. After queueing up for 10 minutes, I reach the window just as the clerk answers her phone. She shrugs and rolls her eyes for another 10 minutes before telling the caller she can’t help. I could have told the caller that. I finally get her undivided attention and triumphantly hand over the stack of utility bills requested by the last clerk. No luck. “They’re not the right kind,” I’m told. Will someone let Comcast know they’re not a utility? ComEd? Nope. Not local. New library card? Sob. She rolls her eyes at me. To be continued.

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