Receptionist: “How can I help you, sir?”
Brad: “I found this flyer on my windshield and I’m interested.”
Receptionist: “Very good, sir. First, fill out these forms and bring them back to me.”
Brad: “Okay.” He takes a clipboard and pulls out the pen. There are 20 pages of questions and disclaimers, and he has to sign and date each page. He whips through all 20 pages in about 30 seconds, scribbling his signature, then he snaps the pen back into the clipboard and hands it back to the receptionist.
She reads each page, nodding. “Good. Wait here please.” She disappears behind a closed door. When she comes back, Brad has turned into a 2-year-old.
Receptionist: “That’ll be $30,000, sir.”
Brad shrugs, looks up at her and shows her his baby hands. “No! No no no no no!”
Receptionist: “Uh, oh…” She disappears behind the back door again.
“DAMMIT, you’re fired!” a deep male voice booms from behind the door.
The receptionist comes out crying, “How was I supposed to know you get the money first? This is my first goddamned day on the job!” Cursing, she packs her things up and storms out of the office leaving 2-year-old Brad alone in the waiting room buried in his over-sized clothes.
Brad eventually spends the rest of eternity in foster homes, screaming “No no no no no!!”
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Written in response to today’s WordPress Daily Prompt Golden Age : If you had to live forever as either a child, an adolescent, or an adult, which would you choose — and why?