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lethargically waved a
hand. The girl turned to me and said, "That gentleman
over there will see you." I walked over to him, threading
my way between desks. For some time he took no notice of
me but went on writing, then he held out his hand. I took
it, and shook it, but he snatched it away crossly, saying
irritably, "No, no! I want to see your Receipt, your Receipt,
you know." Scrutinizing it carefully, he turned it over, and
examined the blank side. Re-reading the front side, he
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apparently decided that it was genuine after all for he said,
"Will you take a chair?"
To my amazement he took a fresh form, and asked me
the answers to all the questions which I had just written.
Dropping my completed form in the waste-paper basket,
and his in a drawer, he said, "Come to me in a week's time
and we will see what we can do." He resumed his writing,
writing which I could see was a personal letter to some
woman!
"Hey!" I said loudly, "I want attention now."
"My dear fellow!" he expostulated, "We simply cannot
do things so hurriedly, we must have system, you know,
system!"
"Well," I said, "I want a job now, or my money back."
"Dear, dear!" he sighed. "How perfectly ghastly!" With
a quick glance at my determined face, he sighed again, and
began pulling out drawer after drawer, as if stalling for
time while he thought what to do next. One drawer he
pulled too far. There was a crash and all sorts of personal
belongings scattered on the floor. A box of some thousand
paper clips spilled open. We scrabbled about on the floor,
picking up things
date: Fri, 8 Nov 2007 18:59:03 GMT
author: Tommy Paduano
