Was I supposed to study for this? It was another form to fill out, another list of check boxes. Just a few pages—a customs declaration and an airline survey dropped on my tray table during the last few minutes of flight, and though the questions seemed simple enough, I would have rather been taking the SAT.
I never had a hard time with forms. Name, date of birth, eye color, weight… you could have asked me anything. I breezed right through to the big X on the bottom, scribbled my signature and went about my day. I knew all the answers.
—Paul Hawkins, Other, Please Specify: Notes from an Off-white American