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earge and carried on, and as the dust settled in this bullring of excitement I just sat there in silence, waiting for this so called public servant to ask me to sign, which she finally begrudgingly did, and I realized my time in the electric chair would soon come to an end.
I couldn’t believe my luck ,my dole money seemed to be safe for another fortnight ,but that was a close shave, I was really getting ready for tramp street in cardboard city and a diet of dust and mojoes . And as I breathed a sigh of relief and signed on for another fortnight at the "hotel de sponger" I pondered about what had made this ginger rottweiller release my balls ,and all I can think is that she came to the realisation that maybe there isn’t jobs for everyone all of the time ,and the simple fact that if all us dole bums had jobs she might be out of one herself , and she would then have to spend her days with that utter let down of a husband of hers .So in conclusion we had helped each other ,she let me off the barbed hook and threw me back into the pond ,and I had given her the opportunity to let out some steam, without having to pay for a session with some chain smoking bare foot hippy councillor, only to come out of the session feeling even more let down by the male race than when she went in .
Anyway she eventually said “if you have no questions then you may go “which was music to my ears I can tell you. Feeling slightly like a scorned child I offered my seat to the next poor victim in the dole queue, and got the hell outa there, as quickly as I could.
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