A TRUCK WENT BY AND BOUNCED ON SOMETHING IN THE STREET, shaking the whole truck. The bump was loud, loud enough to cover her first country, so she had to repeat the name again. Costa Rica. Costa Rica. I’ve been to Costa Rica. The lady’s right hand shook. She hid it under the table.
They talked about her theoretical self in ten years. Where she wanted to be. What was most important to her about travel. What travel meant to her. Did she know what search engine optimization was? The guy said everyone should know, these days, and he spoke more to her resume than to her face. He spit on her resume in the middle of talking. A big wad of it just sat on the paper. This wasn’t on purpose, because he wiped the spit right away, probably to try and stop her from seeing it, but smudged a whole swath of her education as he did.
She didn’t get the job, but she did get a story about a guy drooling on her resume.