This won an Honourable Mention for humour over at Flash! Friday.
Call of Nature
Your application has been processed and you have been invited for an interview.
The man at reception, immaculate in his purple spandex, told Randall to wait. An hour ticked by.
Randall didn’t have the skillset for anything technical and he wasn’t prepared to work in faster-than-lightspeed-food. He had to impress the RingMaster. His nerves were shot so he went to the cafeteria for a cup of tea.
Two hours and a few trips later he was summoned. Reception had informed him there were no public facilities and he hoped for a short interview. He’d do a quick tumbling routine and she’d have to love him.
The RingMaster was glorious in her spandex tuxedo and in her presence, Randall started to relax.
“We’ll begin with some preliminary questions,” she said.
Randall crossed his legs.
Another hour later he’d answered everything from his favourite breakfast cereal to his preferred colour of underspandex. Inside he felt the roaring force of Niagara Falls desperate to be released.
“If you’ll follow me, I’d like to see what you’ve got.”
This was it. Randall begged the Falls to wait a little longer.
“I almost forgot – you need the obligatory slap to the stomach,” the RingMaster said.
After that, Nature won. (Naturally.)
Randall didn’t get the job.