I had to slip into Centerlink today to pick up a form, but was running late for the doctors, and in quite the rush. When I got in there, the line ahead of me was at least 4 people long, and there was nobody at the reception desk. Frustrated, I slipped over to one of the desks, where a woman was sat sipping diet coke and cleaning her nails. The conversation went down as follows:
Me: Excuse me, I'm sure you're very busy but...
Woman: Absolutely swamped actually..
Me: Yes well, I'm running late, so I was just wondering if I could pick up a TDR form please?
Woman: Just give me a moment [picks at her nails for a furthur 30 seconds, takes a swig of diet coke] Okay..
She then proceeded to hand me the form then hurry back to her desk for some furthur "busywork".
I made it to the doctors, and am now on a lovely new cocktail of pills. Pretty soon we won't need music at parties. Whenever someone feels like dancing, one of my friends will only have to pick me up and shake me to the appropriate beat.
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