Barkerburgh

So I go to sign in at this government sponsored think-tank work-shop job-search internet cafe at Parliament and Wellesley.

There’s a bit of a line up, so I wait. But the staffer proceeds to take my card and sign me up on a computer. She tells both me and the client she’s already talking to that she can multitask. Predictably, I tell the other client that she’s a robot from the future. She says, and new paragraph

“Oh, you’re sweet.”

So I say, again predictably, “the last time I told a woman she was a robot from the future…” but I never finished the sentence because what she said caught up with me.

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