His Chances Are Shot
Government | Wrexham, Wales, UK |
Working | September 3, 2013
(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.”
