“I’m scared,” Greg confessed. He sat in a small waiting room with his best friend, Leah. “Thanks for coming with me.” Leah smiled and patted him on the back.
“Nothing to be scared of, it’s super easy. You already know what happens, we’ve been waiting here longer than mine took.” Greg nodded, but he still felt unsure.
“Yeah, but you can’t talk to birds,…” he grumbled. Leah laughed, somewhat over-enthusiastically.
“That won’t even come up.” Leah took a quick glance at the top corners of the room, then she leaned closer to Greg. “We’re not supposed to talk about it, but everyone knows the personality test is just one question, right?” She asked. Greg nodded. “If it’s the same question they asked me, you’ve got nothing to worry about. They don’t give you an opportunity to elaborate. Oh, also it’s okay if you don’t have an answer. I didn’t, and they said that was fine.” she shrugged. A sudden knock came from the door, then a nurse walked in without waiting for
“Greg Beakerson?” She asked. Greg nodded and stood up.
“See you in a bit!” Leah called after him as he walked out of the room. He followed the nurse to an office. She entered first and sat at the glass desk. Greg sat across from her.
“Before we get started, I’d like to get some feedback from you if that’s okay?” The woman smiled.
“Sure,” Greg nodded.
“Why are you here? I mean, what do you think we do here?”
“It’s job placement. You guys assign us to the job we’re best suited for, right?” He shrugged. The nurse nodded.
“That’s right. We give you a personality test, then shine a light on you, and off you go. Do you have any questions for me?
“Yeah. How is the personality test only one question?” She smiled and winked at Greg.
“The right question can tell you a lot about a person,” she said. “Are you ready?”
“Yep,” Greg nodded.
“Okay. I’m going to ask you a question, and I want you to answer it as fast as you can. Don’t take any time to think, just give me the first answer that pops out of your head. If nothing pops out it’s okay to say ‘I don’t know,’ do you understand?”
“Here’s the question. Greg. What’s your favorite number?”
“Twenty,” Greg smiled. Out of all the questions he imagined, he never considered such a simple, innocent one. He noticed the nurse was not smiling with him. She pressed a button on her desk and seconds later Greg heard the door open behind him. Two large, burly men walked toward him. One held a straight-jacket, the other a baton. Greg stood from his seat and backed away from them.
“What’s going on??!” He looked to the nurse right next to him.
“Congratulations, Greg, you’re special,” The nurse said. She extended her arm and touched Greg with a taser. “I’m sorry.”