Daniel is angrily kicking a ball against the wall. At that moment Suong arrives.

Suong: Hi, what you doing?

Daniel: What does it look like?

Suong: You look really happy - NOT!

Daniel: Yeah, well that’s because I am.

Suong: And what’s happened to make you so mad?

Daniel: We’ve got work experience at school … and, well …

Suong: Yeah, you’re doing hotel and catering aren’t you?

Daniel: Exactly. I was looking forward to waiting on people, but they didn’t even talk to me, just stuck me in the kitchen.

Suong: Is that really so bad?

Daniel: It wouldn’t be that bad, except that I’m the only one in the class who hasn’t done a stint as waiter yet…

Suong: But you’re next in line. You just take turns …

Daniel: I reckon it’s more that the manager doesn’t want me there.

Suong: Do you reckon? What makes you think that?

Daniel: I don’t know … it was the same thing last year. I wanted to do some voluntary work, and over the telephone they told me that they were definitely interested in me, that they didn’t have enough people working for them, that they wanted to see me, blah, blah. But then as soon as I appeared, they told me there were no places. So I tried it somewhere else, and this time a friend applied along with me, and even though I’ve been training to be a waiter a year longer than him, they picked him.

Suong: So what’s the fly in the ointment then?

Daniel: The fly is that I’m black. And the expression isn’t fly in the ointment, it’s nigger in the woodpile. Unfortunately for me….