That job interview I went to?
I didn't get the job.
My friend did.
I'm not exactly sure why.
Well, no, that's a lie.
I *do* know why.
See, I was qualified for the job. I'd done the job for two years - until last May when I quit to go back to school full-time, to tell the truth. When the Latin male supervisor interviewed me and my friend, he liked her more. Clearly. I mean, yeah, he was impressed by my knowledge and experience and mad skills, but he preferred her more.
Why? She possessed two things I didn't.
What were they?
A g-cup and a past career as a stripper.
I hope that company sinks and goes bankrupt.
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