doom on you
I stopped by the "express dmv" by my house today to see about getting my license extended. What I found, however, was not a pleasant, organized office, but a killing field, littered with bodies. Inside the tiny building were dozens of corpses, presumably dead from starvation. The few survivors looked up at me pleadingly, their eyes filled with regret and pain. The room was so thick with people that my view of the "help" counter was completely obstructed. "No," I thought, "I've got too much to live for." I left before I even stepped inside.