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Honk! Honk! The horn woke him off that couch with a start! "You can't sleep there" a man in a convertible yelled. The gates rumbled open and he drove in. Pleased that there was no penalty or inquisition, Joe grabbed a hold of the couch and dragged it into the facility. "If you’re gonna drag that in here, put it over there by the furniture," said the man in the car while pointing. Joe picked the whole couch up into the air and carried it over to the other furniture. "You're strong and you need a place to sleep, I'll bet you need a job too!" "I'm Jim Thompson, call me Jimbo, everybody does", this is my place here, my junk, my stuff. People drop it off, discard it, or sell it really cheap, and if it has any value I resell it, if it doesn't, we break it down to recycle the copper and aluminum and well, you know the drill, right?" When Jimbo finished his speech, Joe nodded and said, "right, and I uh, I need that job too.” “Then it's settled" Jimbo shrieked. "There's a cot in the back room you can sleep on until you get on your feet, there is a hotplate back there a coffee pot too." Thank you very much", Joe replied, "thank you, thank you, you won't regret this." So now with a job and a place to sleep, Joe's lucky streak continued.