¡Que Embarazada!, Part 4
I work as a beach lifeguard. I am ending my shift and signing out at the office for the day. Meanwhile, my manager is being confronted by a member of the public at the door. She looks livid.
Woman: “My boyfriend applied to be a lifeguard, and you said no!”
Manager: “We get a lot of applicants. What was his name?”
Woman: “[Boyfriend].”
Manager: “Oh, yeah. He was not… suitable for the role.”
Woman: “You failed him for his drug test!”
Manager: “I’m not permitted to—”
Woman: “I don’t take drugs! So you’re lying about that!”
Manager: “Wait… you… don’t…”
Woman: “He’d done, like, maybe a couple of joints the weekend before. It shouldn’t be a big deal! He used my pee instead for your stupid drug test, and it was clean, and you still said no, so you lied!”
Manager: “Ma’am, we didn’t reject him because there were drugs in his drug test. We rejected him because we knew he wasn’t using his own urine.”
Woman: “And how did you know that?!”
Manager: “Because it’s very unlikely that he is pregnant.”
The woman’s face goes pale. An eternity of silence passes between the two of them.
Manager: “Congratulations?”
Related:
¡Que Embarazada!, Part 3
¡Que Embarazada!, Part 2
¡Que Embarazada!