a snow of butterflies : texticity

by Tomorrow's Man

September 28, 2003

Had a job interview. They asked for an employment record, credit record, apartment rental record, drug test, and fingerprinting.

I offered to let them probe my anus for contraband narcotics.

I did not get the job.

I was just trying to be helpful; the woman said I was 'out of line.'

Funny; I thought I was toeing the exact line they'd laid down.

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