“Wake up Joe, come on, wake up.”
“What’s a matter, what’s going on.”
“Come on Joe, I am sorry to do this but we have had a complaint.”
“What do you mean, what sort of complaint, I ain’t done nothing wrong, let me go back to sleep.”
“Joe, you need to move on, I can’t turn a blind eye anymore.”
“What am I suppose to have done?”
“It’s not about that, I just have to make sure you clear off from this shop front.”
“I’ve been here six months, why do I have to move now?”
“I told you, because of the complaint, please Joe don’t make this so hard for me.”
“Hey, I bet you the complaint was from one of that lot.”
“What lot?”
“The ones who have been making all my mates life’s difficult, them immigrants.”
“What are you talking about? I haven’t heard anything down at the station.”
“They have been trying to claim all the good begging spots. Tom and Mary have moved up north, they were fed up with all the hassle.”
“I thought I hadn’t seen them around for a while.”
“Old Molly is fair pulling her hair out, the amount of trouble they are causing.
A lot of the homeless are all living in close quarters, as it feels safer that way, not so easy to intimidate them, when they are all together.”
“Do you think they will talk to me about this on my own, or will you have to come along with me.”
“They all knows you are alright, but maybe not turn up in your bobby suit, heh.”
“They have even been bothering old Joe now, they won’t rest until they get the town to themselves. Our takings are down, sharing the begging spots with them. They even kicked Tom’s Jack Russell, he was right upset he was, loves that dog, he always had people bringing bones and chews for Lucky.“
“Look Molly, I will make some enquiries about what you are saying, I’ll get back to you as soon as I know anything. I’ll ask the Sarge, if it’s alright to leave Joe where he is until this is sorted out.”
“Thanks pet, you always were a good boy, say hello to your Mum for me.”
