“I’m sorry,” the small man behind the counter said, smug smile sliding down his nose. “That’s just not institution policy.”
I closed my eyes and exhaled slowly to control my emotions, but five trips to this temple of bureaucracy was too much. I vomited wrath at the paper pushing priest.
“You useless panjandrum! You told me last week to bring this piece of paper,” I shoved the document towards him, “with this stupid stamp.” The sheets of paper shook like thunder as I struck the red stamp with a rigid finger.
The diminutive man examined the paper with his spectacles.