The interview, Taco Bell

I got to the ConocoPhillips building at about 12:30. (I had called about 10 a.m. to confirm that I was in Borger and would make it to the interview at the appointed time.) I waited in the foyer - since access to the building it limited to those who work there – to be escorted up to the conference room where my prospective boss waited.
I was immediately seated and introduced to two people conferencing in to the interview from Houston - one from a related engineering group and the other from our HR department. And off we went. These interviews are never fun, but I had gotten advance notice of the questions normally asked from an engineer who had spent the last week doing just this type of interview for prospective college graduates. That really helped because some examples of the questions asked were:
Using your experience in chemical manufacturing, please describe a production initiative or idea that was implemented primarily because of your efforts. What was your role? What was the outcome?
Using your experience as a leader in chemical manufacturing in a PSM (Process Safety Management) environment, please describe a time when you anticipated potential problems and developed preventive measures. (Please use format: situation, action & result)
Give me an example of a time when you set a stretch goal for your team and were able to meet or achieve it. (Please use format: situation, action & result)
We often have to make changes when the way we have been doing things is no longer effective. Tell me about a time when you had to try a new approach to a problem. What did you do? What were the results?
We have all worked on projects where we felt over whelmed. Tell me about a time when that happened to you. Etc.
I had been given twenty such questions. It took me six hours at work one night to compose answers to them. I cannot imagine if I had walked in unprepared what my answers would have been. I can be extemporaneous, but not like that and not with so much on the line.
The interview took about an hour and one half. I think all three of us were exhausted. Suddenly I was asked, “Do you have any questions?” I had a million, none of which I could think of. I had not prepared that response. It was over with a “We will let everyone know on Monday. Thank you so much for coming.” I was shown to the elevator and after two wrong turns made it out of the building. I took a deep breath, took off my tie and decided to go to Taco Bell.
I ordered the flatbread chicken something or others and as I was waiting two old men and an old woman walked in. They were what I picture as old Texans; thin, weathered, white haired men in faded jeans and long sleeved shirts, well-worn from head to toe both in body as well as dress. I loved the conversation that followed.
Wha’chu getting?”
“A chalupee.”
I want a chik’n burida, bit I don’t see it on the menu.”
“Mama, you want a chik’n burida?” One gentleman asked his wife – the old woman with the two of them.
“Sure, if you can find one.”
“I see it”
“Whur?”
“Right next to the taaka”
“Yea, thur it is.”
The person at the register took the order and asked, “Do you want the supreme”
Blank stares. “Do you want sour cream on the chalupa and the chicken burritos?” She explained.
Relief. Smiles. “Shore, put ever’thin on it.”
She took their money and walked away since the register she was using was the one for the drive thru. The men looked at the woman with them. “Did we say somthin wrong?”