The little bloke burst through the office door waving his arms about. He was dirty and dusty and seemed quite distressed.
“I…cut…glass” he stammered.
“What? Can I help you? Are you Ok?” The receptionist looked alarmed. She was young and didn’t know what to do. She grabbed the phone and called the first aid officer and told him what the guy had said.
He arrived on the scene puffing from the bolt down the stairs, first aid kit in hand. He grabbed the guy and sat him on the couch. “Show me. Show me” he demanded.
The little man looked perplexed. He started waving his arms around again and said “I cut glass. I cut glass.”
“I can’t see blood” exclaimed the first aid officer.
“I cut glass” the little guy repeated. You pay me now. $20 for hour. Two hours. I trim hedge too. Pay me $40 Cash please.”