“I’m sorry,” said the interviewer, closing the empty manila folder on her desk. “Apparently, I didn't get your resume.”
“I didn’t send one.”
“You didn’t?”
“No, I just made a call.”
She looked puzzled.
“Well, let’s go ahead,” she said, picking up her pen.
"Great. What would you like to know?”
“Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself?”
He chuckled.
“Don’t you know who I am?”
She studied his face.
“I’m Phineas J. Whoopee.”
She blushed.
“Oh, Senator Whoopee! I’m sorry. I guess I’ve only ever seen you on TV.”
“No worries. It happens all the time.”
“Well, your record in the Senate speaks for itself. Why don’t you tell me what you did before you were a Senator?”
“I played golf.”
“Golf?”
“Miniature golf actually.”
“Miniature golf?”
“Yes. I won the Harris Cup.”
“The Harris Cup?”
“I was the international miniature golf champion.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you.”
“And your experience before that?”
“I was in the restaurant business.”
“Interesting. Did you own restaurants?”
“No, I was an assistant manager.”
“I see. And what were your responsibilities?”
“I mainly worked the drive-thru.”
She cleared her throat.
“So you were elected to the Senate based on your fame as a miniature golfer?”
“It certainly helped.”
She put down her pen.
“Senator, I’m sorry to be so direct, but can you tell me why you believe you’re qualified to be the CEO of this company?”
“Star power.”
“Pardon me?”
“People know me.”
“And you think that’s sufficient?”
“Well, it’s worked pretty well for me so far.”
“That it has."
He smiled.
“I think those are all my questions for now, sir. Do you have any questions for me?”
“Just one.”
“Yes?”
“Is there a corporate jet?”
“I didn’t send one.”
“You didn’t?”
“No, I just made a call.”
She looked puzzled.
“Well, let’s go ahead,” she said, picking up her pen.
"Great. What would you like to know?”
“Why don’t you tell me a little about yourself?”
He chuckled.
“Don’t you know who I am?”
She studied his face.
“I’m Phineas J. Whoopee.”
She blushed.
“Oh, Senator Whoopee! I’m sorry. I guess I’ve only ever seen you on TV.”
“No worries. It happens all the time.”
“Well, your record in the Senate speaks for itself. Why don’t you tell me what you did before you were a Senator?”
“I played golf.”
“Golf?”
“Miniature golf actually.”
“Miniature golf?”
“Yes. I won the Harris Cup.”
“The Harris Cup?”
“I was the international miniature golf champion.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you.”
“And your experience before that?”
“I was in the restaurant business.”
“Interesting. Did you own restaurants?”
“No, I was an assistant manager.”
“I see. And what were your responsibilities?”
“I mainly worked the drive-thru.”
She cleared her throat.
“So you were elected to the Senate based on your fame as a miniature golfer?”
“It certainly helped.”
She put down her pen.
“Senator, I’m sorry to be so direct, but can you tell me why you believe you’re qualified to be the CEO of this company?”
“Star power.”
“Pardon me?”
“People know me.”
“And you think that’s sufficient?”
“Well, it’s worked pretty well for me so far.”
“That it has."
He smiled.
“I think those are all my questions for now, sir. Do you have any questions for me?”
“Just one.”
“Yes?”
“Is there a corporate jet?”
