There were six people waiting for a job interview. It was a simple job, but with the difficulty these days of finding work, almost anything would do. The six waiting interviewees were applying for a mail sorting job. Madeline was in charge of the process.
Madeline was dressed in her Sunday best for the occasion. A little bit of power dressing, she thought, a little bit of black; in fact, quite a bit of black. She was startled to overhear, at least she thought she overheard, one of the applicants say to the others, “I don’t think much of what that woman’s wearing.”
The interviewing process began. Madeline gave each a pile of envelops and told them to sort things alphabetically into pigeon holes.
“Times up!” announced Madeline.
“But you never said it was a speed test.”
“Well what do you expect?” said Madeline. “I’m afraid you were all too slow. We shall re-advertise the job.”