Handing my documents through the gap, I wondered why all government office desks had glass in front of them. Peering through the taped on warnings and notices I looked for the secretary to state my business. Having waited half an hour already, I was weary. I couldn’t help but groan internally, looking at the recipient of the papers. His apparent X ray vision caused me to lower my previously confident gaze. I had only begun to cringe, when, with a sleazy grin, he let me know that the office could be of no use to me, and would I like to wait to discuss the problem with him personally?
I realised finally, that the glass was for protection; so one could avoid the urge to strangle the person on the other side