simulacrum of life

would she say yes or would she say no? none of those who'd come before had said no. he watched on with his heart beating with increasing tempo as every step he took, brought him closer to her. why did a distance of a couple of feet take sooo long to traverse? the thumping of his heart was beginning to reverberate through his body. he could begin to feel THAT vein in his forehead begin to throb. beads of perspiration formed on his freshly shaved upper lip. he remembered amma telling him to PLEASE shave off his moustache and goatee so that he would make a favorable impression. he reached up and with the back of his left hand, wiped off the sweat, as he took the final step towards her. she peered at him curiously, giving him the once over. would he pass or would he fail the inspection? he'd fall into her arms if she didn't pass the verdict within the next few seconds. "please proceed to customs after collecting your bag, and have a good day" she says, as she stamps his passport.