…which means that I just also pretty much lost my last fragment of pity for these four particular DC Summer Interns. The expectation of entitlement chewed up a lot of it; the attempt at intimidation got most of the rest, and the clear misjudgement by that one guy over who was going to win a battle of wits acted as a high-pressure anti-sympathy wash. Nonetheless, I am at heart a sentimentalist and an optimist, so I still felt just a little pit sorry for the poor kids…
But to go through all of that for Pabst Blue Ribbon?
Heathen.