The Applicant

Yesterday I interviewed a guy for an open copywriter position at The Jeeb. When I was walking him out, he asked if I had a business card. "Sure," I said, and ran back to my office to grab one off the holder on my desk.

As I was handing the card to him, I glanced at it for the first time. It wasn't my card. It was my doctor's card. In fact, it was my gynecologist's card.

"Whoopsie!" I said, snatching it back. "That's not for you. Unless YOU want to check MY references, ha ha!"

Obviously I can't hire him now.