Brett and Mark, two lawyers that I work for, were making jokes about me going to the University of Arizona.

I told them my story of how Arizona State University accepted me without knowing anything but my name, address, and major.  Mark said that’s because ASU did an extensive background check with its alumni.  Mark then asked if I think I could pass the UofA admissions test.   Sure, I said, I guess I’m a pretty good test taker.  Mark led me to a table, told me to put my hands palms down on the table, and he did the same.

“Now,” he asked, “Which hands are yours?”

I held up my hands.  “These are my hands,” I said.

“Congratulations.  You passed the test!”

I think there might be a war soon.  Never mind that he’s a lawyer and I’m an intern.