An old man approached the counter. "I want to claim Universal Credit," he explained.
"Just like the rest," the official sighed. "OK, what's your excuse?"
"Redundancy. My work is seasonal, one day a year."
"Seasonal? That's just shirking. You need a proper job to qualify for benefits." Twenty minutes later, the old man had been offered work as a checkout operator, dog-walking or refuse-collecting. Dismayed, he shook his head each time. He left empty-handed.
Each year was the same. Tomorrow, he'd be back in his red fur-lined cloak, begging on the street and pretending he wasn't really Santa Claus.
"Just like the rest," the official sighed. "OK, what's your excuse?"
"Redundancy. My work is seasonal, one day a year."
"Seasonal? That's just shirking. You need a proper job to qualify for benefits." Twenty minutes later, the old man had been offered work as a checkout operator, dog-walking or refuse-collecting. Dismayed, he shook his head each time. He left empty-handed.
Each year was the same. Tomorrow, he'd be back in his red fur-lined cloak, begging on the street and pretending he wasn't really Santa Claus.
