There isn’t really much to the story, so I’m not sure why I’m telling it. But if you want to know how I got where I was, here it is.
It happened on a Tuesday, while I was working out at the gym like the devastatingly handsome young man that I am. I was eighteen, waiting for something interesting to happen in my life, when they approached me. Two men in black suits who at first I had thought were from Men in Black, but quickly discounted the idea on the fact that I assume that Men in Black does not exist, and aside from that they were wearing gray ties.
“Agent Cooper,” the first agent said, holding out a badge for me to see. “And this is our newest trainee, Agent Miller.” Agent Miller started fumbling around at something inside of his suit, then pulled it out and showed me his badge. He then dropped his badge very professionally and had to stoop over to pick it up. Agent Cooper shook his head.
“Are you William Roberts?” He asked.
“It depends,” I answered, “Are you from Men in Black? Because any scenario in which I get to meet Will Smith–”
“Drop the sarcasm,” Agent Cooper interrupted me with.
“Ah, like your very professional agent Miller!” I said. “Glad to know that y’all are protecting Earth from the aliens.” I rolled my eyes.
“Drop. The. Sarcasm.” Agent Cooper enunciated every single word.
I pretended to fumble with something and then caught it. “Awww, I caught it.” I shrugged and rolled my eyes. “That sucks, doesn’t it?”
Agent Cooper went red in the face, which made me smile. “Mr. Roberts, I’m from the FBI. Your failure to comply can lead to spending a night in jail. You wouldn’t want that, would you?”
There was a long pause, somewhere in which I uttered something very vulgar that made Agent Miller jump.
“Fine. What do you want?”
“We would like to offer you this pamphlet,” said Agent Cooper, and then he turned and left.
I threw the pamphlet away later that day.
Long story short, they kept coming up to me and asking me. Again and again. Would you like this job, Mr Roberts? And it was always no, AGENT whomever! And then the day of the job interview came… and I thought sure, why not? It’ll give them a laugh, and me, too.
And that’s how I ended up in that room, looking at a paper that asked me why do you want this job, Will?