I'm doing a traffic study inside The Army's Redstone Arsenal in Huntsville so I needed a security clearance/visitors pass to get on base.
At the visitor center the waiting room was totally empty, totally, so I walked up to a window and asked for help. The girl behind the otherwise empty bank of windows said I had to take a number from the kiosk in the lobby. I looked around dramatically and exclaimed "I'm the only one here."
Unimpressed, she pointed to the digital sign above her which read "Now Serving Visitor #59" and she asked, "Do you have number 59?"
Remembering my days in the Air Force and what wastes of space civilian worker drones are and how logic and sense are completely lost on them, I sauntered on over, pushed the button, and was rewarded with a slip of paper labeling me visitor #60.
I handed her the paper and she pushed some hidden button and the sign changed to "Now Serving Visitor #60".
She smirked at me as if she'd just taught me a lesson or something.