The woman behind the counter seemed incredible upset and Summer worried she was going to start yelling obscenities. That’s what she needed, wasn’t it, for this cunt to start throwing the f-bomb around and get Summer in trouble. This wouldn’t be the first time either. She did not know why, but Summer seemed to attract the pissed off female customers who needed to get their aggression out. And apparently they wanted to unload that aggression on the young, short brunette who did the mid-morning shift at the DMV.
The woman started in on the usual complaints, none of which Summer could control of course. Like clockwork the manager, Gary, shuffled over and stood far to close to Summer and listened impassively as the customer slowly wound down. Gary, with his tight-ass fake smile, gestured for the woman to follow him and they both retreated to the end of the counter.
Summer sighed and closed out the woman’s account info and pressed the button to accept another customer. The wait number ticked up and a rather attractive man stepped up to the counter. He was taller than her and looked in good shape, especially for being older. Summer was crap with ages, but he could easily be her father.