A Friendly Blog by Ryan Hamilton

The Job Interview

I had a job interview today. It was a group interview, and the interviewer told us that we were each to tell something interesting about ourselves. (Actually, she said we were to meet the people around us and tell something interesting about them, but for the purpose of my half-true, joke/story, we were asked to talk about ourselves.)
The interviewer said, "I'll go first. My name is Dana, and I have naked cats." She went on to explain that naked cats are a strange breed of furless cats.
"They look like aliens, but I love them," she said.
(Now is where the story turns from half-truth to no truth.)
I was next, and because I wanted to impress her, I said, "My name is Ryan, and I have cats that wear clothes."
Intrigued by my statement, she asked through laughter, "What types of clothes?"
Now let me tell you, in an emergency I'll occasionally lie; although, I'm not very good at it.
"Clothes like mine," I said.
"People clothes?"
"Yes, people clothes. They're big cats, a rare breed made especially to wear clothes like we're wearing here today," I said.
"Khakis?"
"Yes, but not the girl cats. Kapris maybe, whatever."
"So, they're big cats? Like as tall as me?"
"Yes."
"Don't they take up a lot of space?
"Well, yes. I have three clothes cats, so I have to live in a bigger apartment. It's expensive, but I love them."
"That must be nice."
"It's very nice. I love coming home to see Mittens relaxing in his khakis and pullover watching Animal Planet. You know, it's just something to come home to."
"Right., that's how I feel about naked cats!"
"Cheers!" I said.
"Well, Lyndsey we haven't heard from you yet," she said.
I think I got the job.