It happens to everyone. And now it has happened to you. Your driver's license expired. Or maybe it was your passport. Or perhaps you were caught going 72 mph down Royal Lane (you needed one more skein of Rowan Kidsilk Haze!-the officer did not understand). Whatever the reason, you find yourself in a beige-painted room, sitting in a hard plastic chair, with a TV showing a re-run of Maury. You are clutching a small piece of paper marked "93" like it was your ticket to the last lifeboat on the Titanic. A voice finally calls, "Now serving number thirty-one." Yes, you have found yourself in the limbo of a government building. But don't panic, there is another option to slipping into a catatonic state. Before your higher brain functions start to shut down, reach into your bag a pull out your latest project! Whether it is a pair of socks, or that delicate shawl that needed just one more skein of Kidsilk Haze, your project will help you through this exercise of mental endurance. Stitch by stitch, your project will make the minutes and hours go by, and before you know it, that disembodied voice will be calling out, "Now serving number ninety-three." Your mood will be bordering on cheerful as you jump up from your plastic chair of torture, and you might even greet the government clerk at the window with a bright, "Good afternoon!" True, the clerk might be shocked, even a bit nervous, at encountering such a good-humored attitude, but don't let that stop you. And when you emerge from that structure called a government building (and you will emerge, eventually) you can raise your arms in triumph, for you have survived a brush with bureaucracy. You have survived, and you have also completed another five inches on your Kidsilk shawl. An accomplishment no matter how you look on it.
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