fandomtownies | The Perk, Tuesday Afternoon

Don had spent most of yesterday stuck on the phone as what had started as a quick check on the status of his case had turned into being given the runaround by the professional licensing arm of the New York State Education Department for quite some time (long enough he'd had to apologetically text Jane that he couldn't make class) before he had finally managed to piece together what they were trying not to admit: that someone had "lost" all of his paperwork a few months ago under the assumption that there was no need to process it as Tony Stark was about to drag him off to super jail.

The person he had been speaking to at that point, who he thought might have been the head of the entire medical licensing division, had been very apologetic, but the fact remained that they couldn't reinstate his license if they didn't have any of his paperwork. So he had spent most of this morning on the phone with Roberta at the Manhattan DMV (he hadn't known she could swear), a very helpful guy at NYU's med school's records office, and, again, the New York State Education Department. In theory, his license was actually being processed this time. They had even promised him rush processing. He'd believe it when he saw it.

He didn't just need this coffee, or the pumpkin muffin he'd ordered with it. He deserved them. And no, Thor, he had not ordered the apple coffee.

...the apple chai did sound kind of good, though.

(Open Perk is open!)