Passport Renewing - Sammy

"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to move you hair for the picture." Sammy slammed down her motorcycle helmet in anger onto the desk. The man sitting behind the mahogany desk jumped. She glared at the man, crossed her arms and moved into a stubborn stance, showing no sign of fear. She wasn't going to back down on this fight until she won. "I don't know why I can't have my hair right over my eyes. I'm sure someone comes in even worse looking then I do all the time!" The small man behind the desk pinched his nose nervously and pushed his wire-framed glasses farther up. "Y-yes ma'am, b-but we make them take care of it. W-we need to see your eyes." She snorted, "Yeah right. Like it makes any difference." "I-it's true, it d-does, m-ma'am..." Sammy leaned over and placed her hands on the man's desk and looked him straight in the eyes. "They didn't have a problem with it last year, Mister"-she leaned back to look at his name plaque-"Parker, when I first renewed my passport. Why can't you use the same darn picture from last four years? I'm not going to move my hair from my eyes. And I can promise you one thing: you never make those teenagers with the rebellious hair move it out of their eyes." He glanced away from her icy stare, "Y-you d-don't know that." Sammy sighed, stood up and paced back and forth in front of the desk, her boots thumping out her impatience. She paused and faced the man again, "Listen, all I want to do is renew my passport and get to San Francisco by next week so that I can get to work in time! Is it really that hard?" She walked over to the camera pointed at the far back wall covered with a green screen. "Please, just take the picture and we can get it all over with." The tiny, nervous, middle-aged man got up and shuffled to the camera. "OK. B-but you've got to move your bangs a little out of the way." Sammy swiped her bangs to the side and faced the camera. The man stood behind it, mouth open. "Is there a problem?" She growled. He swallowed and cleared his throat, "Uh...n-no...y-you could...move your bangs b-back a little...i-if you want..." "You happy now?" She mumbled under her breath. She brushed her bangs back over her eyes and looked at the camera, and then made a small smile, right as the camera flashed. The man shuffled back over to his desk and started cropping the picture. Sammy followed close behind and grabbed her helmet from its perch on the desk. Dwayne Parker pinched his nose and pushed up his glasses and pointed to the seats on the far wall, "It'll take a few moments to print. You can take a seat over there." She went over and picked a seat where she could watch both the front door and him. She watched as he continued to sit in his chair and click around on the computer. Machines whirred in the back room, making the small room shake. The small man stood, repeated his nervous habit with his glasses and scooted to the door of the back room. He came out moments later with a stack of paper. Sammy jumped up and walked over to him. "H-here's your paperwork, ma'am. You should expect to recieve your passport in less than a week," he handed her the pile of paper and went back to his desk. "Thanks," Sammy said as she stuffed them into her leather motorcycle jacket. She proceeded out the door and sat on her bike, put her helmet on and kicked up the stand. She turned the key and pressed the start button. The bike responded immediately. She revved the engine and backed out of the parking space. Then she pressed the gas and shot off, hair flying, in route for home in Ontario to wait.