The Business Trip

by Jessie Garcia

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” All this lib-tard BS. Boys were boys and girls were girls. You couldn’t mess with nature. I would never call anyone “them” or share a bathroom with a person who couldn’t decide what sex they were. Screw Willow and her whole generation.

“Mental health”? What did that even mean? You’re in a good mood some days; you’re in a bad mood others. Period, the end. Why was it so fucking hard?

Lying was an absolute no-no in my book. If someone made a mistake, they should be honest about it. I drew the line at lying.

Someone at a previous job had once told me that if you keep smiling and look confident, people will believe just about anything you say.