A Job

". . . . .A Job." Destiny says.

"What kind of job?" You ask.

"Well we are a tight community and we all use the same services such as mechanic and handyman but we don't have a geek to handle all out tech. As the head of the neighbourhood watch I would like to offer you the job as our tech guy." Destiny explains.

"You'll offer me a job just so I don't park my car in your spot." You say.

"Yeah, as a worker there is a parking spot down the street." She says.

"What would my job intail?" You ask.

"Well you'd have a phone and if the phone is rung you would have to go fix the persons technology." Destiny tells you. "24/7." She adds.

"So how many people would have my service?" You ask.

"Well the fifteen houses down this street." She answers.

"Well do you want the job?" She asks.