His Chances Are Shot

(A client comes up to my desk to apply for an advertised job vacancy. He seems suitably qualified, so I phone the employer to arrange an interview.)

Me: “Hi, I have a Mr. [client name] with me. He’d—”

Employer: “No.” *hangs up*

Me: *to client* “Right… Looks like he doesn’t want to talk to you.”

Client: “Wait, what was the guy’s name again?”

Me: “It is [employer’s name].”

Client: “Aw s***, sorry mate. If I’d known it was him, I wouldn’t even have bothered. I shot his son in the leg a couple of years back. It was an accident, but for some reason he’s had a grudge against me ever since.”