Applying for a Job at the CIA

A few months ago, there was an opening with the CIA for an
assassin. These highly classified positions are hard to fill, and
there's a lot of testing and background checks involved before you can
even be considered for the position. After sending some applicants
through the background checks, training and testing, they narrowed the
possible choices down to two men and a woman, but only one position was
available.

The day came for the final test to see which peson would get the
extremely secretive job. The CIA men administering the test took one of
the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. "We must know that
you will follow our instructions whatever the circumstances," they
explained. "Inside this room, you will find your wife sitting in a
chair. Take this gun and kill her." The man looked horrified and said,
"You can't be serious! I could never shoot my wife!" "Well," said the
CIA man, "you're definitely not the right man for this job then."

So they brought the second man to the same door and handed him a
gun. "We must know that you will follow instructions no matter what the
circumstances," they explained to the second man. "Inside you will find
your wife sitting in a chair. Take this gun and kill her." The second
man looked a bit shocked, but nevertheless took the gun and went in the
room. All was quiet for about 5 minutes; then the door opened. The man
came out of the room with tears in his eyes. "I tried to shoot her; I
just couldn't pull the trigger and shoot my wife. I guess I'm not the
right man for the job."

"No," the CIA man replied, "You don't have what it takes. Take your
wife and go home."

Now they only had the woman left to test. They led her to the same
door to the same room and handed her the same gun. "We must be sure
that you will follow instructions no matter what the circumstances; this
is your final test. Inside you will find your husband sitting in a
chair. Take this gun and kill him." The woman took the gun and opened
the door. Before the door even closed all the way, the CIA men heard the
gun start firing, one shot after another for 13 shots. Then all hell
broke loose in the room. They heard screaming, rashing, and banging on
the walls. This went on for several minutes; then all went quiet.

The door opened slowly, and there stood the woman. She wiped the
sweat from her brow and said, "You guys didn't tell me the gun was
loaded with blanks. I had to beat the son of a ***** to death with the
chair!"