Cactus Creek Saloon
Posted on: March 10, 2008?> Copyright © 2008 Sticky Pen
He walked away from his interview with light yet confident steps, probably feeling certain that he had nailed the interview. The truth is that he did nail the interview, and I was extremely inclined to give him the job here at the Cactus Creek as a server. I chuckled to myself whilst looking down at his application because he dramatically exited the restaurant by swinging open the kitschy saloon-style doors like a cowboy from the golden years of the wild and untamed west. The name “Reno Dakota” was scribbled in the box marked “NAME” on his application. When I questioned him about his real name, he made a gun out of his hand, pointed his index and middle fingers at me with his thumb cocked and ready to shoot, and told me in one quick deadpan expression, “You never question a cowboy’s name.” He then winked at me, so I smiled and simply left it at that, moving on to the usual interview questions. I had all his other information: I would find it out sooner or later. For now, Reno Dakota sufficed as a name for that rugged young stud. He answered the other questions in a similarly odd fashion, but not so odd that it was a turn-off; instead, his sly, slightly evasive, playful, and mysterious answers and manner of talking made him all the more endearing. Unlike the countless interviews before him, his was interesting and worth my ...
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