blonde walks into the police department looking for a job. The captain says they
can’t just turn her away, and orders the desk officer to ask her a few questions
as if doing an interview. To just ‘play along’ and humor her.
Not having any idea what to ask her to disqualify her application, the officer
asks, “What’s 2+2?” “Ummm… 4!” the blonde says. Dang, the officer thinks, so
tries a harder one: “What’s the square root of 100?” “Ummm… 10!” the blonde
says.
“Good!” the officer says, deciding to switch from math to history. “OK, who
killed Abraham Lincoln?” “Ummm… I don’t know,” she admits. “Well, you can go
home and think about it,” he says, “and come back later and tell me what you’ve
figured out.” He figures that’s the last he’ll see of her.
The blonde goes home and calls up one of her friends, who asks her if she got
the job. “Not only did I get the job,” the blonde says, “but I’ve already been
assigned to a murder case!”
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