Perhaps it was just the proximity, perhaps it was just the heat. He was already sweating when he got to me.
He smiled at my predecessor, weakly, vainly smiled "64.30" he said.
"Card?" He said.
He started to scan mine, carefully arranged as they were, just for him. I could see each *BLEEP* tugging at his will. The hum of the conveyor was the blank sheet for the music, never a chord. *BLEEP*
He finished. I smiled the smile of the champion. Of the bull.
"64.31" he said.
"No, I think that was the gentleman before me"