Notquiteone of your usual stories, however: I was at the Hawk and Dove this evening with some friends (post-concert dinner/drinks), and had to wash my hands. I was getting ready to exit the bathroom when I met somebody coming in - we had the following (admittedly approximated) exchange. HIM: Are you an intern? ME: Uh...no, I'm not... HIM: Oh, sorry. ME:after a pauseAre you looking for someone to put up on that intern blog? HIM: Uh...yes, actually. Now, I'm not sure what I might have done to warrant being mentioned on your blog. Perhaps the little hole in the back of my shirt, but that wasn't there this morning and I didn't have another shirt to change into, so Idohave a defense. Thanks for the laughs - they are much appreciated. Sincerely, -A (sub)contract employee with no interns in sight
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