THE CITY OF MAKE BELIEVE!

I just gave away my last drop of blood. Yes, it was part of the pre-employment screening process for my new job.

And, as if that wasn’t enough for them, I had to deliver a loaf made from my skin as well.

That’s when I thought to myself, “I guess I should have saved some of my nails clipped from my last manicure too?”

Suddenly I heard, “Sure! And don’t forget a few string from your bushy hair as well.”

So I answered, “My hair too? Wow! “I should be compensated for?”

“For what?” She interrupted.

“For all that torture I’ve suffered so far. “You know? The pain from the pocking, skin slicing, and now my bald head?”

But she said. “That’s why we only hire senior citizens; because we figured they should be used to all that by now.”

Can you believe that ruthless “Faker nurse?” The nerve of her!

It’s a good thing I was smart enough to be as fake as she was.

Yes, sometimes you just have to learn how to be prepared for tragedy.

So for my blood, I gave her an ounce of rat blood.

Instead of my hair, she clipped a piece of my weave.

And, as for my nails, they were snatched from a senior citizen cat, who belong to my next door neighbor.

“Are you sure those are your nails?” She asked me.

“They are as old as I am.” I answered her smiling.

So, did I get the job?

“Of course, I did!”

I just relocated to Hollywood, remember? The City of make believe!!!