Martin Miggs had a problem. He didn't have any more money, and he really
wanted to go on vacation. So, after lots of thought, Martin decided that
he'd get a job. He had always done odd jobs- mowing grass*, babysitting,
cleaning houses, and the like. But Martin wanted a nice vacation- to
travel somewhere, so he needed more money than what he had. So, martin
bought a newspaper at a newspaper stand** in Muggleville, and started
looking for a job (Muggle newspapers have sections similar to our "Magic-in-
Use" section of the Daily Prophet, in which open jobs are displayed). He
saw many different ones- policemen (Muggle law enforcers), firemen (Muggles
that run around in red trucks and put out fire with lots of water- a slow
process, but nevertheless effective), acrobat (flexible muggles that jump
around on bars in non-magic circuses- which, of course, are not circuses at
all), and many more, but none seemed very interesting. Finally, Martin saw
a good one- a baker! Martin would be a baker***.
Right away, he picked up his telephone^ and dialed the number on the page to make an appointment for an interview. Then, he ran to his closet and picked out his best suit, a plaid blue and yellow outfit, blue tie, and a white shirt (Muggles have a very peculiar sense of a nice outfit- they're usually quite hideous, in colors that are horrible together), then got out his comb, and brushed his hair. Now he was ready.
He ran to his car and hopped in (Muggle figure of speech- they do not actually "hop" into the car, but it suggests entering quickly). He then drove to the address that the woman on the telephone had given him. It was a small shop, called "Muggleville Flour Shop", a play on words that many found quite amusing (this is called a 'pun', an amusing muggle invention- as long as it is not a constant occurrence). He walked to the front counter of the shop with a smile on his face and announced,
"I'm here for the job interview! I'm going to be a baker!"
"Hello, Mr. Miggs."
"Please, call me Martin."
"As you wish, (A/N- there you go!! The best line in the world!! Don't ask if you're one of the deprived people who have never seen "A Princess- Bride". Hmm... Could this be foreshadowing?) Martin. My name is Sylvia Andrews. You may call me Sylvia. Please, follow me."
With that, Martin was led into a brightly lit kitchen, in which a table and two chairs were placed. A round man with flour all over his clothes appeared, and motioned for Martin to sit down.
"Well, Martin, so you'd like to be a baker".
"Yes, I would."
"What makes you think you'd be good for this job?"
"I like cooking very much."
"Is that it?"
"Well, I'm quite good at it."
"A modest one, aren't we. Well, sorry Martin. You're not what I'm looking for."
Oh no! Poor Martin! What would he do?!
"But... sir, I really want to be a baker."
"Do you now? Haha, Martin, I was only kidding you! You've got the job!" (A/N- come on, I wouldn't be that mean to poor Martin!")
"R... Really, sir? That's great!" And with that, a happy Martin strolled out of the door.
1 Cultural Notes
*Muggles have noisy machines called lawn mowers. They're like a cart with spinning blades underneath, and it shears off the top part of grass. It is very inefficient, of course, because the cut grass is then put back onto the remaining grass, giving an untidy appearance to a muggle garden, which is usually the reason why muggles try to mow their lawn in the first place.
**Booths that hold newspapers instead of having them delivered by owls- quite a ridiculous concept, of course, but one has to stay open minded to non-magic ways.
***A baker is a peculiar job in the muggle world. Muggles, for the most part, do not make their own bread or pastries, but pay a person to do so for them. That person does just that for their job- baking all day. I think it would be a very agreeable profession, which is why Martin is so interested in it.
Right away, he picked up his telephone^ and dialed the number on the page to make an appointment for an interview. Then, he ran to his closet and picked out his best suit, a plaid blue and yellow outfit, blue tie, and a white shirt (Muggles have a very peculiar sense of a nice outfit- they're usually quite hideous, in colors that are horrible together), then got out his comb, and brushed his hair. Now he was ready.
He ran to his car and hopped in (Muggle figure of speech- they do not actually "hop" into the car, but it suggests entering quickly). He then drove to the address that the woman on the telephone had given him. It was a small shop, called "Muggleville Flour Shop", a play on words that many found quite amusing (this is called a 'pun', an amusing muggle invention- as long as it is not a constant occurrence). He walked to the front counter of the shop with a smile on his face and announced,
"I'm here for the job interview! I'm going to be a baker!"
"Hello, Mr. Miggs."
"Please, call me Martin."
"As you wish, (A/N- there you go!! The best line in the world!! Don't ask if you're one of the deprived people who have never seen "A Princess- Bride". Hmm... Could this be foreshadowing?) Martin. My name is Sylvia Andrews. You may call me Sylvia. Please, follow me."
With that, Martin was led into a brightly lit kitchen, in which a table and two chairs were placed. A round man with flour all over his clothes appeared, and motioned for Martin to sit down.
"Well, Martin, so you'd like to be a baker".
"Yes, I would."
"What makes you think you'd be good for this job?"
"I like cooking very much."
"Is that it?"
"Well, I'm quite good at it."
"A modest one, aren't we. Well, sorry Martin. You're not what I'm looking for."
Oh no! Poor Martin! What would he do?!
"But... sir, I really want to be a baker."
"Do you now? Haha, Martin, I was only kidding you! You've got the job!" (A/N- come on, I wouldn't be that mean to poor Martin!")
"R... Really, sir? That's great!" And with that, a happy Martin strolled out of the door.
1 Cultural Notes
*Muggles have noisy machines called lawn mowers. They're like a cart with spinning blades underneath, and it shears off the top part of grass. It is very inefficient, of course, because the cut grass is then put back onto the remaining grass, giving an untidy appearance to a muggle garden, which is usually the reason why muggles try to mow their lawn in the first place.
**Booths that hold newspapers instead of having them delivered by owls- quite a ridiculous concept, of course, but one has to stay open minded to non-magic ways.
***A baker is a peculiar job in the muggle world. Muggles, for the most part, do not make their own bread or pastries, but pay a person to do so for them. That person does just that for their job- baking all day. I think it would be a very agreeable profession, which is why Martin is so interested in it.