Applying for a Job at the CIA
A few months ago, there was an opening with the CIA for an assassin. These
highly classified positions are hard to fill, and there's a lot of testing
and background checks involved before you can even be considered for the
position. After sending some applicants through the background checks,
training and testing, they narrowed the possible choices down to 3 men (one
Guyanese), but only one position was available.
The day came for the final test to see which peson would get the extremely
secretive job. The CIA men administering the test took one of the men to a
large metal door and handed him a gun. "We must know that you will follow
our instructions whatever the circumstances," they explained. "Inside this
room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill
her." The man looked horrified and said, "You can't be serious! I could
never shoot my wife!" "Well," said theCIA man, "you're definitely not the
right man for this job then."
So they brought the second man to the same door and handed him a gun. "We
must know that you will follow instructions no matter what the
circumstances," they explained to the second man. "Inside you will find
your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill her." The second man
looked a bit shocked, but nevertheless took the gun and went in the room.
All was quiet for about 5 minutes; then the door opened. The man came out
of the room with tears in his eyes. "I tried to shoot her; I just couldn't
pull the trigger and shoot my wife. I guess I'm not the right man for the
job."
"No," the CIA man replied, "You don't have what it takes. Take your wife
and go home."
Now they only had the Guyanese man left to test.They led him to the same
door to the same room and handed him the same gun. "We must be sure that
you will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances;this is your
final test. Inside you will find your wife sitting in a chair.
"Take this gun and kill her." The Guyanese man took the gun and opened the
door. Before the door even closed all the way, the CIA men heard the gun
start firing, one shot after another for 13 shots. Then all hell broke
loose in the room. They heard screaming, rashing,and banging on the walls.
This went on for several minutes; then all went quiet.
The door opened slowly, and there stood the Guyanese man. He wiped the
sweat from his brow and said, "You guys didn't tell me the gun was loaded
with blanks. I had to beat her to death with the chair!"
Ejenna.
My Fat Pocket
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