Fiona
finds she enjoys working with the sandman selling dreamers. The
customers come in a variety of shapes, sizes and get-ups, with a just
as diverse a list of requests. Her first customer, a man in a cowboy
hat with spurs on his boots, wanted “a senior, any nationality”
which she was able to supply quite readily. Payment came in the form
of a small white envelope, which she passed to the sandman
immediately.
The
second customer looked shifty and foreign, wanting “a man who has
left his homeland looking for a better life.” The sandman had to
check for that one, but the customer was eventually satisfied.
When
the third customer, a Spanish bull fighter, asks for “a fifty year
old Korean lady,” the sandman steps in. “Other end of the dock
mate,” he tells him, “You'll have more luck for an oriental over
there.”
