From my office window I watched this man look down the row of young boys filling out applications. Confused, he grunted at one of them. The youth looked up from above his glasses to see the snarling tatterdemalion walking toward him, gesturing for his clipboard. The young man smiled, nervously, and looked at the others around him for support -- all of which were doing their best to ignore the situation.
"The applications are on the desk over there," the young man said, politely.
The stranger stared at him, blankly.
"Just over there," the boy repeated.
The young boy's glasses fogged up with the heat of the strangers breath, which rattled like he was attempting to dislodge something from the back of his throat. The boy, realizing the beast was not going to leave, wisely handed him his clipboard. The beast took it, grunted once again and then brought his fist down on the boy's head, knocking him immediately unconscious.
The beast sat down and scribbled furiously on the application. He looked at it triumphantly and then promptly ate the pencil. At that moment, I began to suspect that this was the man for the job. And our interview only confirmed for me that this was the perfect professional for the task I was about to undertake.