Chair-Force One
Back in the day, the CIA had an opening for an assassin. After all the tests, background checks, and interviews, three finalists made it through—two men and one woman.
The first man was handed a pistol and told, “Inside that room is your wife. If you want this job, you’ll have to do the unthinkable.” The man turned pale, shook his head, and said, “No way—I could never harm her.” He was sent home.
The second man was given the same task. He walked into the room, stayed for several minutes, then came out with tears in his eyes. “I tried,” he said, “but I just couldn’t do it.” He, too, was sent home.
Finally, the woman was given the instructions. She grabbed the pistol, marched into the room, and immediately shots rang out—bang, bang, bang! Then came the sounds of crashing, yelling, and furniture breaking. After a few minutes, the door creaked open.
The woman stood there, sweaty and out of breath, and said, “That gun was loaded with blanks… so I had to finish the job with the chair!”
