A Worthy Profession
I’m a recent college graduate looking for a job. And I think one might have just been shown to me through divine providence. Let me tell you a tale.
A bit ago I was strolling through the local “Target” when fate send a messenger. A small, grey haired British women approached me while I walked down the meat isle and asked, “excuse me miss, are you a lady bull fighter?” I was stunned. The thought had never occurred to me but here was a sign from above showing me the way.
I politely told this wise sage that I was in fact not a lady bull fighter, but that I’d like to be one. She patted me on the shoulder and told me I would do well in that profession…then she wandered off talking to an invisible Civil War soldier named “Ernie”.
So now I feel it is my duty to seize the day and the…oh, my…bull by the horns. When life throws me a sign like this, not even the government its self can stop me. On a unrelated note…is bull-fighting illegal in the U.S.?