What's your name, Blondie?
A blonde goes for a job interview and the interviewer starts with the basics. “Miss, would you please tell me your age?”
The blonde hesitates then starts to count carefully on her fingers for half a minute before finally saying. “I’m...ahh...22.”
The interviewer asks, “And how tall are you, please?”
The young lady stands up, pulls a measuring tape from her handbag, steps on one end and brings the other end to the top of her head. She checks the measurement and announces, “I’m five foot two.”
This isn’t looking too good so the interviewer goes for the real basics; something she won’t have to count, measure, or lookup. “Just to confirm for our records, what is your name please?”
The blonde bobs her head from side to side for about fifteen seconds, mouthing something silently to herself. finally, she says, “My name is Jenny.”
The interviewer is perplexed, but finally he asks, “What were you doing when I asked you your name?”
“I was just running through that song.”
“What song?”
“You know, ‘Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear...’”