“Pass me that ashtray. Cigar? You don’t smoke? Guess it takes all types.
“So tell me about yourself, why do you wanna work for Bumbo’s Funfair?
“Speak to me, tell me you wanna work eighteen hours a day, seven days a week, sleeping under the wagons, crap pay, stable diet of burgers, surrounded by greasy-haired loner drifters unable to grasp the concept of personal hygiene and who probably regard your sister, your mother and a good looking boy such as yourself as fair game.
“So tell me!
“Oh, you like organ music! Good enough for me. Start tomorrow.”
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ weekly 100 word Friday Fictioneer challenge. Dare you?