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The Liar.

The liar was a young man that I met at a party. It was my sisters twenty-first Birthday. The meal had been carefully put together by my mother, all of the Family had been asked what they would like the most for the coming do. The man I call a liar was the boy friend of my sister. He could never give a straight answer to an n ordinary question. In fact his answers were more of an adventure than an answer. For example I asked him where he worked, I was just being polite I did not really want to know where he worked first it was none of my business but I felt I had to ask him something to make him feel at home in our family house.

His answer, do you know that ugly building down near the railway station? Terrible place to have to work, no one will tell you anything; you have to find out for yourself how to do things. I started work and a man came to where my working bench was and dumped a box of spare parts in front of me. This will be finished in forty-five minutes. Off he went, I looked at the parts of whatever it was in the box. I recognised a pair of wheels pieces of metal some leather straps and a few what looked like knotted strings. I looked around me to see if any one else had something similar to make. No I was on my own with this what I now considered a box of scrap.

I tried to make some sense out of the bits and pieces in the tray, It was of no use .I had no idea of what this thing was supposed to be. I had this feeling that I was being watched then what I thought was a cleaner came along, smiled and took my tray and in front of my eyes she took pieces from the tray and in no time at all, she had a working model ready for the man that had brought the tray to me. I thanked the woman and as she left I presume to do her own work the man came for the tray with my finished product. What the hell is this supposed to be he asked me? I muttered what is it supposed to be I was baffled and the woman that I thought was a cleaning woman came by and said to the man. Made a right mess of it didn’t he. I told the woman that she herself had put it together. You told me it was finished. Now this man comes along and asks me what the hell is it. You put it together now tell this man what it is supposed to be. I myself would have walked out of this place with the tray of whatever it was supposed to be here on this table, He could have put it together himself. No instructions. Just a few odds and ends for me to put together to make some object that no one knew what it is for.

I am going out of that door and make my way to the Labour Exchange and give them a full explanation of what has happened here today. You have both given me a raw deal it is not right for the pair of you to use a young workingman like this. Off the young man went. The man that brought him the tray with the bits and pieces and the woman that he thought was a cleaner looked at each other. The man made the remark, Strange what we get from the Labour exchange nowadays. I wish for a change they would send someone male or female that shows some intelligence.

The Labour exchange manager listened to the young man and his complaint. He told him that he would look into it and sent him to the hall where he was promptly offered another job. In the meantime the manager went to the factory and posing as a worker he asked for a job. He was put through the same procedure as with the young man; a tray with bits and pieces that he was told to assemble in forty-five minutes. Laying the pieces onto the bench he the manager of the labour exchange studied the parts. Then even quicker than the woman that the young man thought was a cleaner he built the pieces together. The man with the tray took the finished article, looked at it and said, “The job is yours.” Then the Manager of the labour exchange told him that he was not looking for work but looking into the complaint from the young man that complained about conditions in this factory.. The man with the tray assured the manager of the Labour exchange that all candidates for a job were given this tray just to see whether they could assemble parts together without having everything explained to them. The Manager of the Labour exchange thanked the man with the tray of parts and just said. That young man or should I say The Liar, will in future be very careful of whom and about what complaints he makes at the Labour exchange. Confidentially we have complaints nearly every day we have to check on each one and usually it turns out that a Liar is at work possibly some one that does not want to work and is after the Dole Money. Good luck, hope the next workers are more co-operative with more sense.

This story was told to me the scribbler by a man at my sisters Birthday Party that I told you about at beginning of this my story Bern.