I think you walk right in there
with a gleaming chip on your shoulder
and a cheerbright chirpful attitude that says
"it's decorative! No challenge implied."
Then sitting at their waveswept hand of invitation,
you smirk beamishly and waggle your eyebrows
in welcome and (from the other side of their desk,
cued by all the 'desk energy' their authoritative
position implies) they start bouncing excitedly
in their seat and asking you questions. "Five foot!"
"Female." "WHITE."
"Those aren't questions," you glimmer and wink.
"They're observations based on visual perception,
perhaps with some reference to appearances."
Duly yet luxuriously chastened in an uplifted way,
they cut the crap to the chase. They ask brilliant
questions about your spot-on requirements and
qualifications, which you parry and bandy about
directly, on-point by point. At one particularly
piquant answer, they stand and yell! Then
Sitting with alacrity, eyes clear and all business,
they nod for a solid minute. Finally making eye contact,
as if it was a thorough decision, he or she avers
"You're the one we want, miss! You'll do indubitably."
And you respond?
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