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7/21 CAST: CAND: Candidate for the position of Assistant to the Director of Traffic Control, Bureau of Streets and Sanitation, City of Chicago, a male of perhaps 28 years old, shaggy-haired and short, wearing a pressed business outfit. DIRE: Director of Traffic Control, Department of Streets and Sanitation, City of Chicago, a man of perhaps sixty years, maybe more, and who can only be described as burly: thick, grey Ditka mustache, wire-framed spectacles, salt-and-pepper buzz-cut head of hair--fat as a turd. CAND: Hello. DIRE: So who are you, then? CAND: I am the candidate. DIRE: What makes you so confident? CAND: I stand in traffic. Daily. DIRE: Well, don't we all. This city's got some fucking problems, that's sure. CAND: Rats. DIRE: Tell me about it. You wouldn't believe the sight of the garbage bin out in my alley. CAND: Oh, but I would. DIRE: Well get the fuck out of here. CAND: Okay. 051004 |