A young woman asks for a job at the police station. How it ends is a real hoot

Barbara walks into the police department looking for a job. The captain says they can’t just turn her away, and orders a desk officer to ask her a few questions as if doing an interview.

Not having any idea what to ask her to disqualify her application, the officer asks, “What’s 2+2?”

“Ummm… 4!” Barbara says.

Dang, the officer thinks, so he tries a harder one: “What’s the square root of 100?”

“Ummm… 10!” She says.

“Good!” the officer says, deciding to switch from math to history. “Okay, who killed Abraham Lincoln?”

“Ummm… I don’t know,” she admits.

“Well, you can go home and think about it,” he says, “and come back later and tell me what you’ve figured out.” He figures that’s the last he’ll see of her.

Barbara goes home and calls up one of her friends, who asks her if she got the job.

“Not only did I get the job,” she says, “but I’ve already been assigned to a murder case!”