“What’s your favorite form of punctuation? The Oxford comma? The semi colon?” They ask curiously, legs crossed as they sip their overly priced coffee. They stare at me, eyebrows raised expectantly as they sip from their mug.
“Don’t be an idiot.” I say with an eye roll, as I lean forward and rest my arms on the table. “It’s the interrobang.” I say, looking them dead in the eye. Their eyebrows knit together confusedly.
“The-“
“Interrobang.” I whisper. Their eyes widen before squinting at me like I was kidding. “Interrobang.” I draw out.
“Okay... Lets move on with the interview shall we? Why do you want to work at the New York Times™?” They ask, suddenly slightly flustered and confused.
“To get the Interrobang more widely recognized.” I say, refusing to break eye contact.