tales of unemployment

Yesterday I had a job interview. I thought I could control my nerves until I got there and realized how much I wanted this job. After it was all over I sat in my car, broke out in a sweat and did what most people do--try to remember every word that came out of my mouth and analyze every syllable. As I was driving to pick up my visiting in laws I mulled over what I said but shouldn't have said, what I didn't say but should have, whether I breathed too loud or rambled a little too much, which resulted in me driving with a glazed look on my face. I was waiting to make a right turn behind a car when another car pulled alongside me, honking. I reluctantly looked over.

The driver yelled at me. "THERE IS NO ONE IN THAT CAR."

Sure enough. The car I was waiting behind was double parked by a mechanic's shop. The worst part was the 40 feet of space in front of the car before the intersection that I failed to see. I have no idea how long I was there, or how long I would have sat there waiting for this car to move.

I hate it when I give people excuses to tell dumb blond stories.