“NEXT!”

“Ah, yes, hi, I’m here for a Creative License.”

“Application?”

“Sorry, ma’am?”

“Where’s your application? Oh, a clueless one. They’re over there. Don’t come back till it’s filled out. Both sides.”

“Oh. Do I have to get in the back of the line? I was waiting fo-”

“Yes.”

“I’m back, here’s my form.”

“Hrmph. Qualifications?”

“I wrote them here, on line-”

“Just answer the questions, Mister.”

“Yes, ma’am. Well, I’m a software engineer-”

“Speak up!”

“I’m a software engineer with CorpaMega, downtown. I minored in creative writing, wrote for the college paper, and now I paint and keep a blog.”

“I see. Any publications?”

“Well… there’s the blog.”

“Look here, mister. If you want to get approved, you need to take this process seriously and answer the question.”

“No, ma’am, I’m not published.”

“I see on your record you were caught mixing metaphors without a license. How do you plead?”

“I couldn’t help it. Sometimes when the train is at the station, you just have to-”

“Application denied!”