It didn't help that I put out the fire on my pants by smothering it with the nearest thing I could find.*
*This is because the nearest thing I could find was a picture of my interviewer's daughter. Apparently, some people's "button" is rubbing a picture of their daughter all over your crotch. Who knew?
Needless to say, because I did not get the job, I have since destroyed their facilities.
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