The line far from sparse. The room humid and hot. Gazing around the small space one would hear and see patience wearing thin like cracks in the earth waiting on the volcano to erupt.
Tapping of the feet. Shifting of the legs. Sighs fill the stale air while arms fold and unfold. Whines of impatient children drum against angry ears. Elders gripe and groan about aching bones. Teens grin for the flash of the camera, praying the first picture will come out right.
Coming to this place will make anyone learn patience. Welcome to the DMV.