Smart Vent

The year is 1994. It's Friday night and residence Fickelstein is powered by the laughter. Everyone knows that Friday nights in the 90 spells, TGIF. Fickelstein Arthur, loving father and devoted husband, performs his routine weekly comedy family room.

"What kind of animal would not you want to play cards with?"
A cheetah.

His children, Timmy and Jimmy, erupt with laughter. Lisa, wife of Arthur, is parked next to them on the couch, eagerly awaiting the last episode of Full House to come on. It was a routine night for the typical Friday Fickelsteins. After a long week of work and school, they would all relax, eat pizza, watch TGIF and smile until their cheeks hurt. Life was good - good resume, if you ask me.

Arthur worked as an Internet consultant, working to battle the Y2K dilemma. He loved his work, but did not spend his life worrying about computer problems. Arthur's mind was quick as a rat trap. He knew that his work would not last one day past January 1, 2000. So why sit and wait for his career at the end? Instead, Arthur began to seek new jobs, more sustainable jobs, he would not have to worry too much. And after several days of searching, he found the perfect job - manager of an automotive company. "Hey, computers may come and go, but cars are here to stay," he said.

Then Arthur brushed his knowledge of the car, sent in his resume and landed an interview this week - Friday. This morning, he trimmed his nails, took a Q-tip to his ears, threw on his power tie and made his favorite breakfast. It felt good. He felt confident. He would get this job.

Arthur, being the smart boy he was, left his house an hour early for a drive that would take twenty minutes. On his way, he made a quick stop at one of these car washes fast and those where you do not even get out of your car. Although he could not pull up an interview at a car company in a dirty car. When Arthur 1992 Ford Taurus out of the car wash that the red paint candy apple sparkling like a candle, July 4.

Everything was going well until Arthur hit the road. There must have been an accident because traffic was barely moving. "No way!" Arthur thought. "I need to do time." He was just going to the next exit, so he pulled into the narrow shoulder, one wheel on the grass, one on the road. Suddenly his tire plunged right into a pot hole, the projection of his car while falling in the dark, the mud tracks. Arrrrghhhhhh!

The time now is 10:47. His interview was at 11. He certainly did not have time to return to the car wash. It flipped onto its windshield wipers, windshield washer pulled the lever and started to clean the windows. But Arthur has forgotten that his windows were open. When the liquid shot, the wind was blowing a mixture of glass cleaner and mud everywhere Arthur. This was the last straw. His car was dirty, his suit was dirty, and worst of all, it was already late. You can imagine the look on the face of the interviewer when Arthur finally showed.

Needless to say, Arthur did not get the job. That night when he got home there was not, no pizza, no Full House - an empty shell of man. Oh yes, and it appears that everything went well with the 2000 hit. Well, I guess Arthur would have just kept his job.