I go for unemployment insurance (Day 3)
And it was night and it was morning and I went back for day three.
You guessed it: completed the photocopy security form and headed straight for Hidden Bosom.
She went through the forms and I could see that this was the first time she had ever laid eyes on me. You guessed it (again): She went through all the forms, placed them on the counter before me, looked over my shoulder to the light in the roof behind me and said: “You don’t have a certified copy of your ID”
“Ja, well, no fine” I said in true Sef Efricen (South African) English, which is what we say in these parts when we have to keep our cool when we actually just want to wipe the other person off the face of the earth.
“Do you perhaps have a list of documents that I must have for this application?” I asked. If she had that, we could solve the problem of me coming and going all the time to collect forms for Hidden Bosom. “Just bring the ID and then you can go to that counter” she says, pointing in the general direction of the half-billion counters left to choose from.
So I did.