"Smile," said the nice lady.
I turned on my social smile.
"... or not." she continued.
What? I looked at my new license. I'm not smiling, I'm smirking.
This might explain some things.
I turned on my social smile.
"... or not." she continued.
What? I looked at my new license. I'm not smiling, I'm smirking.
This might explain some things.