groveling
she
the director of nothing less than
human (not equine! nor simian!) resources in
her blouse with the gigantic bow and
hair pulled back to signify
professionalism
and he
in his one (obscure designer) silk tie
$3.99 during yellow tag days at ross dress for less
with his own hair pulled back into a frizzy ponytail
split ends accruing to one in need of a job
to signify submission
fiercely hating one another while they scrupulously maintain
eye contact and use one another's names every
ninth syllable and smile smile smile
why does he long to work for her company
(and wear his silk tie every day?)
she manages to inquire without snickering
while he explains how he's intrigued by! and excited about!
and other transparent lies
and then asks her to believe that he's not terrorstricken at
the prospect of being anywhere near her company
or any other like it in five years
his own voice between his ears chanting
you
wuss you |
