(Continued) “Where else have you applied locally?” “At the coffee bistro; but I did not think they had grounds to operate in the black.”
“We like to present a worldly image; have you traveled outside the country?” “Yes, I went to France and fell off a Paris bridge…my companions knew I was in Seine.”
“I went to France once and I got lost in the streets of Paris,” he said ruefully.
I decided that the interview was getting out of hand; remember, if you give some managers an inch, they’ll think they’re a ruler. Thankfully, I was saved when he bent over to pick up a sieve and strained himself. Seeing that he was in distress, I said that we should end the interview. He had my phone number, so I would be expecting a yes or no call.
On the way out of the Mall I mentioned to someone that the snow cone guy had hurt his back. “He used to be a personal trainer and quit his job because it wasn’t working out.”
Maybe I’ll take the job I got offered at a bakery, because I knead dough.
(Steven S. Walsky, September 2015, Simplicitylane.wordpress.com)
Don’t wait too long for a summer snow cone; soon all you’ll have is icy slush.