CAND: Candidate for the position of Assistant to the Director of Traffic Control, Bureau of Streets and Sanitation, City of Chicago, a male of perhaps 28 years old, shaggy-haired and short, wearing a pressed business outfit.
DIRE: Director of Traffic Control, Department of Streets and Sanitation, City of Chicago, a man of perhaps sixty years, maybe more, and who can only be described as burly: thick, grey Ditka mustache, wire-framed spectacles, salt-and-pepper buzz-cut head of hair--fat as a turd.
DIRE: So who are you, then?
CAND: I am the candidate.
DIRE: What makes you so confident?
CAND: I stand in traffic. Daily.
DIRE: Well, don't we all. This city's got some fucking problems, that's sure.
DIRE: Tell me about it. You wouldn't believe the sight of the garbage bin out in my alley.
CAND: Oh, but I would.
DIRE: Well get the fuck out of here.