The Reference
I have a friend who is looking for a job. I told her that she could use me as a reference.

That's why I was so surprised to be contacted this time. Since my outrageous mystique wasn't having its usual effect, I decided to try honesty.
"She was great to work with," I began. "Always on time, almost always dressed."
There was a gasping noise on the other end of the phone. I pressed my advantage.

There was a stuttering plea for clarification, but I ignored it. I was on a roll.
"She loved to throw things, but her aim was so bad that I was never in any real danger." I paused. "Well, I guess I *was* in danger if she was aiming at somebody else. But nobody's perfect."
The vast sucking sounds on the other end of the line told me that the caller was at a loss for words. Clearly I was making an impression. I went for the big finish.

The line went dead.
Anyone else need a reference?
1 Comments:
Now I know why I didn't get drum major ;)
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