The Form He Can't Read

Enrollment week hasn't started yet, so this Monday is almost quiet. A man is standing at the counter with a clipboard, a pen, and a form that hasn't moved in about four minutes.

Yeah. Forklift course. My supervisor said to come in.

He says it fine, easily. It's the form he keeps having trouble with. He's filled in his name, then stopped. He picks the pen back up, turns the clipboard slightly, as if the light is the problem.