One of the people on my schedule for yesterday was Jose. An old blue Chevrolet Blazer pulls into the test area and out pops a guy about 66 years old with grey, stringy, shoulder length hair forcing itself out of a baseball cap with a big "TEXAS" on it.
"You must be Jose. My name is Bob. I will need to see your permit and the registration and proof of insurance for your vehicle".
Jose tells me to call him Mike, says that this is his daughter's car, and hands me the documents. He then gets back in the Blazer. I finish putting the information onto the score sheet and hand Mike my clipboard to have him sign his name at the bottom. When I do so I look over to the passenger seat and see a black man sitting there who seems about the same age and condition as Mike.
I point to the other guy and say to Mike; "I'm guessing that this is NOT your daughter". Mike laughs so hard that the pen streaks from his signature all the way across the score sheet. The black guy laughs as well so I continue; "Cause I've seen some ugly women in my life . . . ". And the man finishes "And I sure takes the cake!"
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