A blonde goes for a job interview in an office. "So, Miss," the interviewer asks, "Can you tell us your age, please?"
The airhead counts carefully on her fingers for half a minute before replying, "Um... 22."
The interviewer tries another straightforward one to break the ice. "And can you tell us your height, please?"
The young lady stands up and produces a measuring tape from her handbag. She then traps one end under her foot and extends the tape to the top of her head, checks the measurement, and announces, "Five foot two."
This isn't looking good, so the interviewer goes for the real basics, something she won't have to count, measure, or look up. "Just to confirm our records, what is your name, please?"
The airhead bobs her head from side to side for about fifteen seconds, mouthing something to herself, before replying, "Jenny."
The interviewer is completely baffled, so he asks, "What did you do when I asked you your name?"
"Oh, that!" replies the airhead, "I was just running through that song, you know: 'Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear...'"