One hectic afternoon a man found himself at a Secretary of State office to have a newly purchased car titled. In tow he had an energetic, grumpy, missed-his-nap-and-wanting-his-dinner two year-old and a fatigued, pregnant, nauseous (read: not much help at this point in the day) wife.
Thirty minutes ticked by. The ticket in the man’s hand still read #143.
His toddler switched from joyfully running around to clingy and whiny, and back again. Grumpy or not, when running around the kid was nearly impossible to catch. The “now serving” sign crept up to #79.
Man and wife were about ready to give up when a stern-looking clerk caught the mother’s eye and beckoned her over.
“What number do you have?”
“143”
“No you don’t. That child wants to go home. I want that child to go home. You’re next. “
Thanks Nate.
© Laura Hedgecock 2011
Memories in the Wind 
Seriously, that was so cool 🙂
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