An older chap went for a job interview. Things had changed since the last time he’d done it, (there’d probably been a world war or something) but anyway it was all emotional intelligence and empathy and stuff.
Anyway towards the end one of the interviewers, very earnestly, asked him, “Do you have any weaknesses.”
The old lad thought about it for a while and said, “Yes, my honesty.”
The interviewer looked shocked and said, “I don’t think honesty can be a weakness.”
“I don’t give a damn what you think.”
Many years ago I went to the USSR. Yep, back then they still had one. I even went to Leningrad, try doing that now.
But anyway it was my only ever package holiday because it was the only way you could get into the USSR back then.
On the trip was a family who’d brought mother and her sister along. The two ladies were Memsahibs. Born and brought up in British India, Daughters of serving soldiers, they’d been out east for much of their lives.
They were brilliant, practical, pragmatic, unshockable and they knew exactly what they wanted and how to get it.
Like the day they kidnapped a Soviet policeman.
I watched them. There was a seriously busy road, several lanes in both directions and plenty of traffic. They came up behind the policeman, and with one on either side of him they somehow moved him across the road.
Now this shouldn’t work, but obviously it did, personally I think the drivers were stopping to see what happened next!
But with no trouble at all they got to the other side of the road, where they thanked him for his kindness in helping two frail elderly ladies to cross. Then they went off to do whatever they’d been intending to do.
He stood on the side of the road, a bit pathetic, trying to work out how on earth he was going to cross back
We might have to grow old, but we don’t have to grow up