OK, I can't aim them all at the team itself. As a fan, I deserve some of it too:
Three cubs fans apply for a temp position. The interviewer looks at them sadly, knowing he’ll have to start with an easy question.
“Ok, cubs fans, can you point to your arm?” he asks.
The first one points to his leg. The second one wraps his arm around his body, desparately stuggling to bring it around 360 degrees. Finally, he gives up, deciding he can’t do it. The third one manages to use his right hand to point to his left arm.
“Ok, at least one of you got the right answer,” says the interviewer. “Now, can you point to your knee?”
Again, the first two fail miserably. They’re both rolling around on the floor. The third one does what a normal person would do.
“Ok,” the interview says. He’s now breathing a sigh of relief as he begins to develop some confidence in the third cubs fan. “Now, point to your ear.”
The first two are completely out of control this time, pointing fingers towards their eyeballs. One manages to injure himself. But the third guy again comes through.
“Alright, stop, stop!” Yells the interviewer, realizing that it’s getting dangerous.
The interviewer turns to the third cubs fan and smiles. “Wow! You are one smart cubs fan!” He exclaims. “Congratulations — you’ve got the job!”
“But I have to ask you one more thing,” says the interviewer. “How did you manage to become so smart for a cubs fan?”
The third cubs fan smiles back proudly, points to his temple, and answers: “kidneys.”
2011 Flagstaff 831 RLBSS
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