Hrm…
I’ve been interviewing people at my job. This guy came in that looked like he just stepped right out of Washington Square Park. Hair was unkempt, clothes were not appropriate for a job interview, he smelled a bit, and his resume came out of a plastic shopping bag. At the end of every sentence was a “Right on”. He was a complete stoner. What was worse was that when he was leaving, I said “Ok (dude’s name), hope to talk to you soon”, he gave me puppy dog eyes (please have pity on me!), put both hands to his chest (Ooooo, I sooooo appreciate this!), and said “Thank you, Mal” in sickly sweet voice (You want me, don’t you?). I wanted to say “UH…dude, you know you’re not getting the job, right?” EW.
By the way, I passed my teacher exams and all my courses for last semester. Phew.