The doctor had ordered he get fresh air every day, so he had his nurse push him down to the betting shop and back every day. And every day, it was the same script.
He'd see a robot gardener or sweeper, and he'd start off about how that used to be a human being's job. His nurse would humor him, as he went on and on about how it was horrible that jobs were being taken by machines. And he'd end every time by saying how glad he was the nurse wasn't a robot.
Only because he couldn't afford one.
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