In 1998, I had a very long bout of sinus infection that developed into bronchitis, which took forever to heal because I was not taking care of myself at all. Why do I open with this, you ask? Well, it seems as though that first bout of bronchitis has irrevocably altered my respiratory system so that when I laugh really hard I wheeze. Could be that I’m imagining things, but that’s when I remember the wheezing, whirring, and croaking started. 
So, why do I tell you this, you ask? Last night my sister had me laughing so hard I thought I was going to pass out–yep, it was a wheezer!
Jo was relating a story she heard from my mom about a job application (little had I known that job apps are a field of ridicule ripe for the picking!). The fellow apparently seemed nice enough, but upon further inspection of the application, she discovered that every single job he’d ever had listed the same reason for leaving. When asked why the applicant left his job, his answer was “became incarcerated.” Really!? Like “becoming incarcerated” is some passive activity that just sorta happened to you? Just snuck up on you?!
While this brought about some giggles, Jo was quick to inform me that she could trump that story quite easily.
As a retail manager, I imagine she sees some pretty amusing histories and personalities. But this one indeed takes the cake. One applicant, when asked about his educational background, listed “Clown school.” Yup! And wouldn’t you know it, his major skill was making balloon animals! I can see it now: “Here, Ms. Customer, please enjoy this balloon animal with your lamp.” Now THAT’S customer service!
Yep, those job applications are quite comical much of the time. I have gone through my share of them when we had the Circle K store. I usually read them in their entirety unless I ran across the HIHG School they graduated from. Filed that one quickly.