Three teenagers pull up to the building in a beat up Honda Civic. They sit there, idling, and making me very uncomfortable. Finally they get out and stumble through the front door to my desk. All three stand there staring silently at me for a few minutes. They are obviously stoned out of their minds.
Me: Can I help you?
Teen 1: *giggling hysterically* Where are we?
Me: ...a local TV station?
Teen 2: WHOA! Like TV TV?
Teen 3: Are you guys, like, hiring?
Me: No.
Teen 2: TV TV? Like MTV?
Me: ...No.
Teen 1: *laughing louder*
The three of them continue to stare at me.
Me: ...I can take your resumes if you like, we keep them on file for when a position opens up.
Teen 3: Resume?
Teen 2: Thanks!
They start to stumble out again when Teen 1 turns to me with a GIGANTIC SMILE on her face.
Teen 1: WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
Me: ...Candi?
Teen 1: BAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!
They peeled out of the driveway. I really wanted to hide under my desk...
Me: Can I help you?
Teen 1: *giggling hysterically* Where are we?
Me: ...a local TV station?
Teen 2: WHOA! Like TV TV?
Teen 3: Are you guys, like, hiring?
Me: No.
Teen 2: TV TV? Like MTV?
Me: ...No.
Teen 1: *laughing louder*
The three of them continue to stare at me.
Me: ...I can take your resumes if you like, we keep them on file for when a position opens up.
Teen 3: Resume?
Teen 2: Thanks!
They start to stumble out again when Teen 1 turns to me with a GIGANTIC SMILE on her face.
Teen 1: WHAT'S YOUR NAME?
Me: ...Candi?
Teen 1: BAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA!
They peeled out of the driveway. I really wanted to hide under my desk...
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