Disclaimer: I do not own Danny Phantom
Danny glanced up at the display board and back to the ticket in his hand and sighed. D85. At the rate he was going to be stuck here all day. Used to acting on split second timing, the long wait seemed interminable.
Phantom shifted the papers on his lap and tried to ignore the curious stares of the other 'customers'. You'd think that after a couple of hours the novelty would have worn off.
The man next to him asked, "Forgive me, but what is a ghost doing here?"
Danny couldn't resist, "The IRS always catches up to you, eventually."
I beg forgiveness from my patient readers on my lack of updates. Happy tax day!