In the 1980s, I was a university student. One
day I had an interview for a part-time job. There were several interviewers.
One of them was my mother’s old friend. I hadn’t known that he was working
there, and he didn’t recognize me. I thought it would be rude for me to ignore
him. So I said, “Hi. I’m the son of your friend!” He seemed shocked. He
expressed surprise like an old-style comedian. I thought he was overreacting.
Today, I am as old as he was then. I could be
a job interviewer. And the child of one of my friends could come to me for a
job interview. If that happened to me, I would be as surprised as an old-style
comedian. Friends’ children grow up too fast!
On the day of my interview, I told the other
interviewers stories about my mother’s friend. They were stories that I had
heard from my mother. It was a nightmare for him.
On second thought, I could never be an
interviewer!
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