“Well, I did google you,” one interviewer said, “and I found your web site.” She had an injured foot, which was propped up on the chair next to mine and pointing at me in all its Ace-bandaged glory.

“Oh,” I answered.

“I have concerns about some of your writing,” she said.

“Oh.”

“Particularly, your letters to Star Jones raised some questions.”

...


Then I realized what was going on. The interviewer thought I was actually stalking Star Jones. So I said what anyone would in that situation: “I’m not stalking Star Jones.”

As soon as I heard myself say the words, “I’m not stalking Star Jones,” I knew the interview was over.

# posted by Gerry Canavan @ 10:24 PM  |