We checked in at the alien registration office where the bored clerk made a note.

"Two thousand dollars," said the bored clerk, inspecting the tickets, glancing at his miniature of the Big Board, noting the "no change."

A bored clerk watched the low-level traffic feed in, now and then routing a message to file or analysis.

A bored clerk stamped their permits and papers, and gave a wave toward yet another corridor, nearly identical to the others they had traversed.

It took two hours to get to see a bored clerk who sent her to a computer terminal to fill out forms.

Would it go in an envelope, off to some central catalog for a bored clerk to get around to?

The shed was a small building broken up into a couple of rooms with a counter at the front manned by a bored clerk.

A bored clerk stamped and validated her original and amended orders, updated her hardcopy ID and her files.

A bored clerk stood behind the desk, staring across the street and snapping his fingers absent-mindedly.

A bored clerk in a uniform vaguely resembling hers waited for the lieutenant to present her orders.