Who Tricked Bambi?
She sat in her perfectly tailored gray suit waiting for her job interview. "Bambi!" she fumed. "How am I ever supposed to be taken seriously with a name like Bambi?"
"Relax," said the young man sitting beside her. "That's precisely what the university psychology department's study is all about - perception and preconception."
"But why must I be called Bambi?"
"We could have called you Flower. Or Thumper," he chuckled.
"Yes, but Bambi was a male deer," Alison said. She laughed as if to say 'I give up!'
"A buck."
"A what?"
"A male deer is a buck."
"That's fascinating," Alison said. She breathed deeply and tilted her head back slightly to stretch her neck.
"So, you remember everything we discussed?" he asked.
"Yes. Pretend it's a real job interview, answer all questions honestly, and do whatever the interviewer asks me to do. Peter?"
"Yes, Bambi?"
'Stop calling me that!' She fumed again under her breath. "What happens if he offers me the job?"
"It won't happen," he replied.
"How can you be so sure?"
"The interview 'is' the job," Peter said. "The man you're about to see is a test subject, just like you. He's been briefed, just as you have."
"Oh." Alison thought for a moment and then asked, "What is the 'job' I'm supposed to have applied for?"
"Exotic dancer," Peter smiled and winked at Alison.
Alison felt suddenly numb. "Exotic..."
A voice from the speakerphone on the receptionist's desk crackled to life. "Send in Bambi."
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