warlock

i took the afternoon off from my regular job to get my vendor's license
in person at the county administration building in downtown cleveland.
the county building is a grand, old-fashioned structure with very high
ceilings and archways leading into the various offices from the large,
airy street-level lobby.

i walked through one of those archways into the auditor's area, which is
lined on both sides with teller-like windows through which you can
acquire a variety of permits, licences and pay your property taxes.

the transaction for my license went smoothly and lasted no more than ten
minutes, but i couldn't leave without making a statement.

after i was handed my license i felt the need to make a clearly
understandable profession of my contempt for all levels of american
governance and topped it off with a combination of gestures that paid
homage to a form of government of which i'm quite fond.

the reaction was more than satisfactory. dead silence. jaws dropped.
bodies frozen. eyes fixed upon me. not even the clack of a computer
keyboard could be heard. the only sounds were those of my boot heels
hitting the tiled floor as i made my exit in my normal steady gait.

a movie scene couldn't have been staged any better. i have a theatrical
flair when i set my mind to it.

LOL