My number one question to ask a person is: If you could be any occupation in the world, regardless of your skill level, physical capabilities, or wealth, what would you be? This means, it doesn’t matter if you’ve never made it into the highschool basketball team, you’re150cm tall with a double muffin top, or if you happen to spend money prodigiously as if there is no tomorrow.
More common answers have been ‘lead singer in a band’, ‘tennis star’, ‘golf champion’, or more simply put, the desire to be extremely famous and abundantly prosperous.
Anyway, last night I posed the above question to my lovely parents.
My mum pauses for a moment, and proudly states that she would be a ‘real estate agent’. Interesting. (At times I wonder whether my mum listens to what I’m saying, or if she kind of gets the gist of the topic and converses with the parts she understands. This can be frustrating at times, however it can provide comic relief for the audience.) Nevertheless I respond with, “That’s not a dream job, you could actually become that if you wanted”. As such she rethinks and decides that she not only wants to be a real estate agent, but she wants to sell multi-million dollar estates to the wealthy. I nod, smile and accept this, as this is her dream.
We hear my dad’s footsteps approaching and immediately turn to each other and voice guesses on what his answer would be. Some thoughts were ”race car driver’, ’stay-at-home-dad’, and ‘Top Gear host’. I pop the question to him and without hesitation he replies, ‘an undercover spy’. Mother and daughter burst into howls of laughter in which my dad responds with a teethful smile, “Don’t you think people would be impressed?” I don’t think he realised that spies aren’t meant to reveal their true identities. You would think he knew that minor detail considering the amount of Van Damme movies he has rented.
All in all, my ultimate dream job would be a prima ballerina who spends her days off parading down a catwalk dressed in chic designer labels.
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