Marty sat across from the man in the brown suit and the brown mustache, who was glancing through Marty’s resumé yet again. Marty suspected that the man had developed this as a nervous habit to fill the gaps in conversation. Marty also suspected that the man was unsure of his own suitability as a manager of this retail outlet.
“Well, Marty,” the man said, glancing at the resumé again, “I tink I can tell you things look good. Before we make our final decision, is there anything you think we should know about you?”
“Now that you mention it,” Marty replied, “you should probably know that I reject the concept of Wednesday.”
“Oh,” the man frowned, but snapped it into a tolerant smile, “is that a religious thing?”
“No. It’s a philosophical thing.”
“So you can’t work Wednesdays?” the man reached for a blue pen.
“No,” Marty shook his head. “I am available to work on Wednesdays, like any other day. Though I reject the concept of Wednesday, I still exist every Wednesday. As much as I might object, I have no say in the matter. Since I apparently must exist on Wednesdays, I see no reason to take them off. Schedule me on Wednesday as you will.”
“I see,” the man said, though he clearly did not. “May I ask you what you have against the concept of Wednesday?”
“It’s Wednesday,” Marty intoned. “If you require more than that to understand, it would be a waste of time for the both of us for me to try to explain.”
“I see,” repeated the man. The interview had come to an end. They shook their hands and went their respective ways.