Dale's Monologue

Since I was supposed to move to San Antonio (no longer happening) and leave my office job (also no longer happening) Dale and Michael are conducting interviews today for several positions that need to be filled. About 20 minutes ago Dale went and sat by the window to keep a lookout for a woman that was supposed to arrive at 12PM. This was his monologue:

"I think that's her down there. Came in and parked sideways, took up two spots."

"Now she's looking for something in her trunk. She's probably messy."

"... Still looking. Wonder what's so important back there..."

"A notepad! After all this time she just took out a tiny little spiral notebook."

"Spat her gum out on the ground and walked away."

"Now she's walking towards the entrance reeaaal slow."

"Ran her fingers through them oleander leaves, that mean's she's a feeler."

"Alright, now she's squared her shoulders and she's walking towards the entrance with her chin up. That's got to be her. Nobody walks like that unless they're going to a job interview or to the gallows."

"But Michael's not here yet, what am I supposed to do to entertain her?"

(co-worker's response: Make her fill out a job application.)

"Yeah, good idea, that'll keep her busy."

As it turns out, this wasnt the woman we were waiting for. The real one showed up 30 minutes later and is currently cheerfully talking away (it sounds cheerful, anyway) in Michael's office.