“You okay honey?” Mary gently asked.
“Yeah I, uh…have really bad allergies.” I said, inventing wildly.
She gave me an odd look, but the the look subsided, she bought it.
“Feel free to sit down.” Mary smiled.
I sat down as Mary strode behind her desk and sat in a leather chair. I noticed a plaque that said ‘Mary B. Hadaway, Manager‘
“So,” Mary said. “Where do we start? Oh yes! Job History. You ever worked at restaurant?”
“No.” I promptly responded.
“Ok, what about people skills?”
I imagined me punching Ashley’s dad straight in the face.
Seriously bad people skills!
“Pretty good.” I lied.
“Why do you want to apply for this job?”
“I have to make about 300 dollars in a week.”
“Why!?”
“I live in New York, and I have one week left of vacation.”
“Why come here then?”
Damn it! Now I have to tell her about everything that happened!
I did.