After the nifty little machine spits out your number at our local Department of Licensing, you have to wait about 45 minutes before you're allowed to approach the official DOL employee behind their official counter.

That's more than enough time to get realllllllllly bored.

While looking around for anything that might possess even a modicum of entertainment value, I was struck by the radient reflectiveness of the silver bracelet adorning the wrist of the woman sitting in front of me.

I was in it!

Because she was talking on her cell phone, she was completely oblivious to the fact that there was a camera poised just a few inches from her right ear.