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A Touch of Amusement
By Robert Brady, (KJ
19, 1991)
I had never seen a funnier waiting room in my life. The expression on
the walls, the look on the door combined to drive me into shrieks of
laughter. I was rolling on the floor, my sides aching, tears streaming
from my eyes when the secretary called my name, announcing my turn for
the job interview. I straightened myself as best I could and brushed
the floor dust off my suit, still chuckling at the color of the carpet
and stifling guffaws at the lamps on the hilarious stands at the ends
of the outrageous couch, as I gathered my papers together and wiped
my eyes with my tie. By the time I opened the door to the inner office,
overcoming a new surge of laughter at the sight of the ludicrous doorknob,
I had gained sufficient control of myself to present a reasonably staid
appearance suitable for the position for which I was applying, that
of bank manager. The board of interviewers, however, was seated around
such a side-splitting table that I lost control at once and doubled
over roaring, dropping my briefcase onto a carpet even funnier than
the one I'd just left, and going into absolute convulsions at each boffo
question the comical crew asked me. It was too much, I nearly crack
up even now, just thinking about it. Anyway, I howled all the way through
the interview — you should have seen their ties! I simply couldn't
contain myself! At the end of it, they had the secretary help me out
of there, I was absolutely jelly by then, and later I was informed I
had got the job. Of course, you can see I don't laugh at all any more.
Now that I actually manage money, it isn't the least bit funny.
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