Ludwig gets his drivers licence

"It's pronounced Lud-vig," he said to the man behind the counter.

"That's what I said," the man behind the counter responded dismissively as he read through the rest of the form. "Sign here," the man behind the counter said, pointing to a blank space in the form.

He scowled as he scrawled his mark. It might not matter to – he paused to read the man behind the counter's nametag – Jerry, but it certainly mattered to him. He pushed the form back to the man as angrily as possible.

"Just hop in the chair and smile for the camera," Jerry instructed, indicating a chair to his left.

He sat grumpily, and tried to school his face into a smile.

"No one's going to believe that," the man behind the counter commented, indicating that they would try again.

Ludwig frowned at the man before adjusting his expression.

"You look like you're about to murder someone."

Yes, you, Ludwig thought.

The man at the counter stared at the computer screen, concerned.

"You want to try that one last time?"

"Just take the damn picture!" Ludwig snapped, wondering what had happened to the days when the other person didn't care what you looked like in the picture. He placed a neutral expression on his face, heard the click then stood.

"The card will take a couple of minutes," Jerry said.

Ludwig ignored him and sat down to wait while Jerry served someone else.

Two minutes later the card was done. Ludwig retrieved it and examined the picture. He laughed when he saw how awful it was. He looked like a serial killer.

"Thanks," he smiled genuinely at Jerry before he left.

And that's how Ludwig's best drivers licence photo was taken.