I wrote this a while ago for Kerm but I didn't post it cuz I wanted it to be a surprise.  The question is...how do you feel when you go to an interview?  I think this flash sums it up...

The Interview

By: ffluffy

Dedicated to: Kerm 

“What did you say the position I am interviewing for entails?”

“It is a mix between Wal-Mart greeter and Wienerschnitzel drive thru cashier.”

I turned my head and saw the alligator bark on a palm tree outside the office window.  My tongue felt the cracks and tasted the earthy wood.

“We need to know what your last three jobs were.”

That morning the sun rise behind the mountain lit up the sky a pink blue.  But not pink like the color pink, more like pink how skin feels, soft and warm.  It made the mountain stand out as a dark mound with a glowing halo; lumpy like a pile of laundry.

“And what kind of education do you have post college?”

I wanted to ask, “Do you wipe front to back or back to front?”

If a Wal-Mart greeter got a job at a Wienerschnitzel would they forget and welcome the Wienerschnitzel customer to Wal-Mart?  Could you trust a Wal-Mart greeter turned drive thru operator?  ‘Have a nice day, I mean drive thru.’

“And why did you leave your last job?”

The sand at the beach coated my body; it was sharp and poked tiny pricks in my skin under my bathing suit.  It sparkled in the sun and the more I rolled around the more it felt real. 

“I feel real.”

“Do you have any questions for us?”

I shrugged, hoping I would feel sand between my shoulder blades.  The Wal-Mart greeter in me resisted conforming to the shape of a hot dog, even if it was pink. 

“What kind of palm tree is that?”