He doesn’t know what well-paid job he has found.#shorts

I have an interview with a Mr. Lacoste.

Same.

The first elevator.

You have a cleaning gig?

Life Auxiliary.

That's what they call it now?

Penthouse.

What would you like to tell us?

I don't hear disability.

I hear this-ability.

Let me be your hands and your arms and your legs.

Your book changed me.

I could get an autograph.

How would you get an autograph?

Well, tell me more. You need to wait your turn.

Ain't gonna take you but a second, lady.

Is that you, boss?

Yes.

Fantastic, man. Just sign this one, please.

How would I sign it?

I don't know. Slowly.

Why do you need a signature?

My P.O. needs a signature. And if she asked, just say an extremely attractive candidate came in here, but y'all weren't looking for a supermodel.

What were you in for?

You're not allowed to ask me that question in an interview. Says the Constitution. As a matter of fact, now that you asked me that question, you gotta offer me the job. Okay. Okay.

How much does it pay?

That a month?

Per week. Per week.

Alright, well I can live with that.