Page 9. You try to jump gracefully over the puddle into the open, but you hit the side of the car instead and fall backwards into the slush, covering your entire body in brown muck. The Uber drives away, because a mucky car is bad for ratings. You sit in the puddle, soaking wet. A coffee cup floats next to you, and passersby throw some change into it for you.
Cut your losses, take the change and start saving it. You’re clearly not getting that job. THE END.
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