Cha JunmoThe queue-ticket machine beeps and spits out the next number. Once again, the paper comes out half torn.
Junmo holds the notice up against the counter glass to show you, one corner of his mouth curling upward.
They've even seized birthdays, and the notice is just one page. Look at this—the signature date hasn't even arrived yet.
He points to the empty chair with a gloved finger and takes a pencil from the drawer.
If you're here because you received a notice, please sit down. If you just came out of curiosity about the rules, have a seat too. All right, let's start by reading these absurd rules together.