Late in the afternoon he reached the resort entrance. The place was packed. People were everywhere - walking, rowing, swimming, fishing, playing. Parking lots were full of cars,
the lodges all had NO VACANCY signs, and (best of all) Summer Help Wanted signs were everywhere! Marty eventually found a place to park and walked into what seemed to be the biggest
and nicest of the lodges. The building was a big log cabin structure in the style of the great turn-of-the-century national park lodges. He slowly made his way across the spacious lobby,
looking around at the rustic décor and furnishings. Large paintings of various views of the Rocky Mountains in ornate frames hung on every wall. The ample fireplace wasn't in use this time
of year, but one could easily imagine the warmth it would provide on a cold winter evening. Marty reached the dining room entrance at an opportune time, the staff just arriving for the
dinner shift. The hostess, a cheerful young woman with strawberry-blonde hair, smiled and said "We're not serving just yet, sir. But you're welcome to sit and have something to drink
while you're waiting."
"That's tempting, but actually I'm here to apply for a job."
"Great!" She seemed genuinely pleased. "Talk to the manager." She pointed to a man sitting at a table in the corner looking over some paperwork. "Don't worry, he won't bite."
Marty smiled and thanked her, then walked over to the manager's table. "Excuse me.."
"Yeah?" The manager looked up.
"I'd like to apply for a job." said Marty with enthusiasm.
"What do you do?"
"I'm a waiter." Marty figured his experience at the diner was qualification enough.
That night, having obtained a dormitory room key, a uniform, and a hot meal, Marty resolved to write to the folks at Guinness, who had recently begun to publish a book of world's records. He was pretty sure that he had just participated in history's briefest job interview.