Please Interview Our New Typist

I was asked to interview my husband's potential secretary. Reluctant I was, but I got dressed and did it. Using his office and his chair. It was much too cumbersome for me. I asked the third question and leaned back. WHAM! My head and back were on the floor. His executive chair had fallen over, and my feet were in the air. I was wearing a suit with a skirt! I crawled around and stood up, straightened myself. I said "You are hired". Her face could surely have been no more red than mine was. Her eyes bugged out. She began to thank me profusely. I found out later I had probably made a mistake. She could only type 17 words a minute. I type 85 words a minute, so I ended up doing all the work. After we became friends I took her cat to raise. I loaned her money, we became confidants. I finally brought up the chair incident during a lunch. She looked at me and we both began to laugh. We laughed until we were crying; we were wailing now. My husband had to ask us to calm down, but we couldn’t.