“A horse walks into a bar, and the barman says?”
“That’s so lame… you should know better than that!” Brad shakes his head, chuckles and wipes off the spills of Guinness foam on the counter top. She is all dressed up, all corporate, extra formal than usual. A bit over the top, he thinks. Then he remembers.
“Hey, how did that job interview go? You mentioned it last week. Did you go for it?”
“Yeah, it sucked.”
“Oh… what happened, girl?”
“The guy who interviewed me is a prick, and his sidekick, the HR woman, is a bitch.”
“Fair enough.”
“Prick and bitch. Pour me another please.” She puts a rather used ten Singapore dollar note on the counter, and fumbles in her briefcase for more.
Yeah she is dressed up a bit over the top. Should have shed that string of pearls for a thin silver necklace. Maybe too much blue eye shadow. Still she is a damn good-looking woman. Sophisticated Indian, yet willowy. Pity about that ass of a husband though.