INTERESTING INTERVIEWING!

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    By the time Ben and Sharon got upstairs along with Gordon and Bernard waiting for the dynamic duo, the rooms outside had been filled with prospective candidates. Ben and Shaz took room seven while a sore stomached Bernard with dwarf-like friend Gordon had number fourteen.

    In Ben and Sharon?s room sat a man who wore a silvery suit with a bright white shirt, dark glasses with dark wavy hair. He looked much like a young Billy Joel to Sharon.

    "Sorry to have kept you," Shaz apologised and got a flash of his pearly white teeth,

    "That?s okay. Here?s a copy of my C.V as requested by that agency this morning."

    "Thank you." Shaz paused as she opened up the folder and read his history. "You are a comedian then?"

    "Yeah, that?s what is says."

    "Why do you want a job here? After all the only things you can do is sing, dance and tell jokes," Ben followed on as he looked over his wife?s shoulder.

    "Your point being?"

    "Well, how good are you at serving people and washing up, or even cooking?"

    "Love he?s here for one of our vacancy as an entertainer."

    Ben?s frown turned from it?s current position to a raised one, "Oh I see! So just how good are you?"

    "As good as you require me to be."

    Silly answer Ben thought and laid down the gauntlet, "Tell us a good joke, a funny one."

    Billy Joel ginned as he kept his glasses on and went to work. "My sister gave birth in a state of the art delivery room. Yeah it was so state of the art as in high tech, that her baby came out cordless!"

    Shaz cracked up laughing while Ben just frowned, "That ain?t funny." Then it dawned on him, "Oh yeah I get it now, as in give birth and baby, funny."

    The guy lowered his glasses a little to stare this idiot out, "You don?t get it do you?"

    Ben felt like a school kid being told off by his teacher as he replied, "Um, no sir."

    The comedian went through the joke again, highlighting the cordless and hi-tech piece. After another blank expression rolled over the guy?s face he explained it word for word. In the end?still no joy. The lad was stupid.

    Shaz got fed up and so confessed, "Look just forget it. Ben has never been that bright on picking things up. So can you do impressions?"

    "Sure can, want me to do one?"

    "Sure you don?t wanna listen to one of mine first?"

    Billy Joel smiled, "Okay, let?s hear it."

    Sharon stood up and began, "In all the joints in all the world, you had to come into mine. Play it again Sam." When she finished she sat down. "What did you think?"

    "Um?" Before he could answer Ben leaned over and said, "That is the worst James Cagney impression I?ve ever heard."

    Sharon spun round, "It isn?t James Cagney, I was doing Humphrey Bogart!"

    "Oh was that what it was?"

    "Yeah."

    The entertainer had to say something quick before these two started having a fist fight! "That?s a very good impression. Good Humphrey!"

    What was he saying? That was the worst impression he had heard. Mind you, his jokes aren?t that good. After all what has high tech got to do with his sister and baby coming out cordless? Ben thought to himself. By this time the so called funny man was into his impressions which to be honest Ben couldn?t pick out one of them.

    Gordon and Bernard were having a good time; at finding out who were rubbish and who were just pain awful. So far they had had one lady who tried to do a strip show for them in which Gordon had to tell her to get her darn clothes on as he and his partner did not wish to see her wobbly bits at this time or any other. Then he had loads of miss-matches. Many couldn?t spell even their own names, let alone speak English. Now he had an Italian chef who just mumbled all the time.

    "How long have you been a chef?"

    "Urmurrr, chigalummmnn."

    "Oh really now, in English please!" He shouted whilst giving this small rotund man a very hard stare with his magnified glasses. Gordon transferred his hard glare to another man who had just walked in without being invited.

    "Sorry I am late. I didn?t realise my friend had come or should I say gone into the interview already."

    "Who are you then?" Bernard asked.

    "I?m Bernardo?s interpreter. As you have already observed, my friend here speaks a unique language?"

    "What language does he speak?"

    "Mumbled Italian mixed with mumbled Spanish and French, all mixed up. I am the only one so far who understands what he is saying."

    "What can he do for us?" Gordon asked still eyeing up the intruder.

    "He is a first class Chef. He has worked for many top restaurants. Sadly because of his poor speech he has been misunderstood and has been sacked many times."

    The young lad seemed to speak perfect English and seemed to understand the situation his friend?s potential employers were in here. The chef on the other hand just sat there and Gordon with Bernard felt in agreement that he looked a lot like Saddam Hussein.

    "How long have you been a chef?"

    "Circumcision, hernotpossible."

    "Okay, I didn?t get any of that," Gordon exclaimed as he threw his hands to the air with palms open outwards.

    "Bernardo says he has been a top chef for twenty years, an apprentice for five before that." Chirped up his aid.

    Then the chef stood up very fast and pulled out a big carving knife which made Gordon and Bernard back pedal on their chair using the wheels on the bottom to do this as they hit the back wall with a thud.

    "Isdrumingokay avec le mason dons the chop, chop!"

    His interpreter stood up and got his friend to lower his knife as he explained, "The great Bernardo feels that for you to believe him. It would be wise for you to allow him to use your facilities and cook you all a great meal. One that any high class restaurant would be proud of." Then the two spoke again and the young man tossed a small card. "You can call us on this number. We thank you for your time."

    After they had walked out Bernard looked at Gordon and said, "I think I need to use the facilities."

    Gordon agreed, "I think I do too. I just hope no more knives are pulled today."