Not feeling in the mood to go home, he went into Joe’s Cafe and ordered a coffee. Nina, who was taking orders, was unmoved by his cheery greeting. Reuben picked up a copy of The Courier Mail from the counter and took it to his table. He flipped through to the ‘Situations Vacant’. Disability care workers, sales assistants, labourers, you had to have qualifications and/or experience for every job. Perhaps he should do a traffic controllers course, it was only two days according to the ad. Standing in the sun for endless hours, swatting flies and being abused by motorists – there had to be an easier way...
Nina appeared with his coffee.
‘Thanks, Nina. You make the best coffee.’
‘Thank you.’
Her manner was as crisp as her white blouse and apron. As she turned to leave, Reuben said on impul
