"Sorry," you say to the woman before you, "but I don't dress up in women's clothes. I 100 percent male and totally straight. I don't know what sort of cruel joke you have, lady. You have a really strange sense of humor. I don't know any guy that would sign something like that."
Ms. Adamson's eyes open wide. You have called her bluff.
"Well, then, let me get the real agreement. We don't want our first men at the school to be wimpy. We want real men here."
Ms. Adamson takes the fake agreement away and produces the real one. |