I arrived at my appointment. The man interviewing me had a city accent. "Good morning. For security purposes we run our interviews where the client wears handcuffs and a big shiny red nose that lights up and gives you the full force of a punch in the face if you're caught lying." I hated coming to these appointments.
The cuffs were too tight and the nose would sometimes malfunction and punch me, even when I was telling the truth. It made my voice sound all nasally, since it was clamping on my own nose. It was painful and humiliating. The interviewer started asking me the most condescending questions.
Suddenly the window broke and the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my life swung in. "Hey cutie" she said, giving me a smile and a wink. "Oh no not again!" the interrogator yelped, trying to ring for security. He was stopped short when the woman grabbed one of the glass shards and speared his head against the wall. His body went limp.
"You're free to go now sweetie." the woman said, using some mechanism to take off my cuffs and clown nose. "Here's everything they took from you. Take care" she said before escaping back out the window. Sure enough, it was everything they had stolen from me. All except my dignity of course, but I now had a chance to get out of here. A chance to live my life again. At least for another while.
The secretary came into the room. She had a friendly, yet poisonous way of speaking "Hiiii yeah sorry about this. It happens sometimes and we're trying to stamp out the problem. I'll reschedule your appointment for another time okay? Greaaaaat"
I went on to live my life the best I could until one day I was invited for another appointment. I went back, my new found hope and zest for life already squashed. It was indeed an invitation but you were invited to come OR ELSE...
I arrived at the place. I couldn't bear the thought of even looking at that poisonous secretary again. "Hiiii thank you so much for coming iiiiiiin for your new appoiiiiiintment" she said. There was something different about her. I looked up from my shoes at her and I saw a familiar fiery pair of eyes, full of life looking at me. She winked. It was the woman who saved me last time! I smiled. A little bit of hope finally came back!
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