Meet Sparrow, an average man passing an average life…
Monday, October 31
Had to redo my background packet for the detention deputy gig in the next county…The directions, which I couldn’t be bothered to read, specified black ink and I used blue…So I drove out to the next county this morning and get a new packet…It wasn’t too difficult to redo it, it just had to be re-written, I didn’t have to dig up any information, but it was still a pain and all my fault, too.
Since I was in the next county I could see no reason – good, bad or otherwise – not to have breakfast at our fave Mexican joint…One, I hadn’t bothered to eat before I left the house, probably because subconsciously I knew I was going to do this…The mind is funny like that…My usual quesadilla and chorizo burrito – no potatoes for Pete’s sake and extra chorizo for the love of all that is sacred – were really good, too.
My background packet is still in in plenty of time, too…There were about seven or eight signatures of mine that had to be notarized, but the girls at the desk at the sheriff’s office are all notaries public and they witnessed my signatures for me.
While I was at the window this older lady came by to pay for her CCW permit…I would think by the age of 70 anyone who really desired a permit to carry a concealed gun would already have one, but I was wrong…This lady shower her paperwork and paid her money and I presume eventually got her permit…Her husband was with her, standing – and this was pretty funny – a respectful distance behind her and he didn’t look all that pleased.
After that I went into town and renewed my driver’s license…Five years we’ve been here…Time doesn’t really fly anymore, but five years is nothing to sneeze at…The process was quick…I was the only one in line and I was done in a bit more than ten minutes…The girl recognized me, but I didn’t recognize her offhand…Turns out she used to work with The Wife at the retailer, which I deduced based on the questions she asked about The Wife…I still didn’t recognize her, but I pretended I did.
There’s a new driver’s license design, too…The print is insanely small…I see them from time to time at the resort and the names and addresses are very difficult to read, at least if you’re going blind like I appear to be…I also forgot my discharge papers, which would’ve entitled me to a veteran’s emblem on my license, which could be useful for getting discounts and out of my annual speeding ticket.
At the retailer I was in the back getting ready to go home when Dave asked me what my position on the Second Amendment was…I could tell my answer was important to him…I told him I support our Second Rights without qualification or restriction, just like I do our First Amendment rights…I could also tell he would not have dismissed a discussion out of hand, but my position is pretty cut and dry, so there wasn’t much to talk about, especially since I was about to clock out.
The Diary of a Nobody is a novel. All elements are either made up or are used fictitiously. Any other use is a coincidence.
It was inspired by the 19th century British novel of the same name.