The Interview

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The young man sat in his chair in the personnel office nervously awaiting his time to talk to the business owner. He was a very well kept young man. He took great pride in his looks and in how he was received by others. He was always willing to go the extra mile to help anyone out. His father had raised him to be a gentleman and to always be ready to help. As he sat in his chair he reached into his trouser pocket and fondled the little pocket knife as he waited for his interview,as this was his habit anytime he was thinking or anxious. He looked at the little knife as he sat there and begin to remember all the times he had used the little knife. The brown bone handles were almost smooth from the years of use and from being a worry stone. The blades were well worn and stained almost black from age. But the looks were deceiving to a lot of folks as the little knife was sharp as a razor. His father had told him that a knife doesn't have to be big just sharp. He took pride in the little mini copperhead knife and always made sure to hone the blades after he was done using it and oiled it weekly to keep it in perfect working order. He was so caught up in his remembrances that he didn't hear the receptionist call his name the first time. When he realized she was talking to him he slipped the little knife in his pocket and went in to his interview. As the owner of the company watched him come into his office he immediately took a liking to the young man. He begin to ask him about his qualifications as a mechanic and about his experience in that field. The young man answered nervously as he sat there sweating as any young man would do in his place. After a little while the owner asked the young man if he carried a pocket knife, the young man said he did and the owner said may I see it? The young man pulled the little knife out of his pocket and handed it over to the owner of the company. As the owner looked at it he began to smile as he noticed how smooth the bone was and that you could faintly see the marks of the jigging that use to be there. As he opened the blade he noticed how easily it opened like a well oiled machine. The young man awaited as he watched the owner as he looked and checked his knife out. The owner felt the edge and turned the knife this way and that as he looked at it from every angle, the whole time not saying a word. The young man had really grown nervous when the owner laid the knife on his desk and looked up at the young man. He didn't say anything for a moment then he looked at the young man and said the job is yours if you want it. The young man thanked him and then said ,may I ask you a question, why did you have to look at my knife? The owner looked at the young man and said, I knew if you would take as much care as you do to keep your knife sharp and in good working order then you would take good care of my equipment to. As the young man left the office he was glad that he had followed his father's advice and always took extra care of his knife. His father had told him many times that you never know when you might have to depend on it so keep it sharp and in good working order. As the young man left the office that day there was a spring in his step and a smile on his face as his hand went to his pocket and he felt the smooth handles of the little knife.
 
I like it. When I interview cooks I always ask if they have their own knives.
 
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