Santa Singh, who has a bad memory, goes for a job interview in an office. The interviewer starts with the basics. 'So, can you tell us your age, please?'
Santa counts carefully on his fingers for half a minute before replying. 'Um ... 28.'
The interviewer tries another straightforward one to break the ice. 'And can you tell us your height, please?'
The man stands up and produces a measuring tape from his handbag. He then traps one end under his foot and extends the tape to the top of his head. He checks the measurement and announces, 'Five foot four!'
This isn't looking good so the interviewer goes for the real basics; something the he won't have to count, measure, or lookup. 'Just to confirm for our records, your name please?'
Santa Singh bobs his head from side to side for about fifteen seconds, mouthing something silently to himself, before replying, 'Santa Singh!'
The interviewer is completely baffled at this stage, so he asks, 'What were you doing when I asked you your name?'
'Oh, that!' replies Santa,' I was just running through that song, 'Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear...''
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