Well I had my interview yesterday, and like any wise man would do – I tried to put the wisdom that I learned from my recent encounter with S.H.I.T. to good use. It was going pretty good. I was answering his questions, keeping good eye contact and not fidgeting too much. But I could see that he was teetering in his decision. What could I do? Well if you’ve been reading my posts very long then you know damn well what I should do. I motioned toward the picture of his wife on the desk and said, “How much for the woman?”
His reaction surprised me a little bit. Didn’t he know S.H.I.T.? After a second to clear his throat he said, “I’m sorry… what was that?”
I leaned toward him, beaming with confidence. “Your wife… I want to bang her. How much will it cost me to throw her down on the bed and make her squeal?”
Now I know I was drunk and lost that night in downtown Indianapolis when I stumbled upon the great house of S.H.I.T., but I know what I saw. I know what I heard. If there had been even the slightest hint that I hadn’t understood the events that transpired that night, I never would have posted the insightful knowledge that I did here on this blog. So what the hell… not only did I not get the job offer right there on the spot (which by the way I was expecting), he called security and had me walked out of the building.
Guess I’m going to be with everyone for a while longer. Until next time, based on what happened to me yesterday, I feel it’s my duty to warn everyone that sometimes the written word is just that – and no more. J/W
