Not Working on the Railroad

Our humorless society:
One administrative assistant, using a list of questions that she had obviously copied from the Internet, asked me during an interview what type of animal I would choose to be. Well, a variety of thoughts rushed through my head, being in the third hour of interviewing time. Oh the opportunities, but I yielded to political correctness. My first thought was a wolf, but then there is the lone-wolf stigma. So, I answered that I would be a dog. “Dogs generally like people and work well with others,” I said. “And I also drink out of a bowl whenever possible.” She didn’t smile.

(I didn’t get the job.)

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There they were, groups of teenagers standing on the road holding signs that said “Carwash for Jesus!” Now he’s into the carwash business. I’ve gotta say, “What an entrepreneur!”

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An ad on osteoporosis warns of the dowager’s hump. The warning states that if you can’t stand or sit for more than 30 minutes at a time, you might not want to take the medication.

If you can’t stand or sit for half an hour at a time, don’t you have bigger problems than a dowager’s hump?

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I go to get my hair cut using money from a freelance job. The airhead in the chair across from me says, “Well, I just never watch the news. I don’t have the time what with building our new house and decorating my lake home. Plus, it’s all so depressing.”

Shut up, shut up. Or I’m coming over there!!

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Bitter? BITTER? You’re damn right I’m bitter.

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