"Get off my way, you old fool" you yelled when, a few minutes ago, I ran into your car in the gridlock around the traffic light in town. "If you want to die, look for someone else to kill you not me."
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"I am sorry," I told you, but you shrugged and cursed and zoomed off. I can still remember the sternness and meanness of your voice and the horrible look you gave me.
Well, now that you are sitting before me for a job interview, where exactly should I start from?