“Let’s compare test percentiles. Ninety-ninth for me.” “Guh…” She beat me to the punch. “Th-Thirty-fifth for me…” “So zero, if you round.” “What?! Liar, a five gets… Wait, are you rounding by the tens?! How dare you do that to my percentile!” She had more than sixty percentage points on me, she was beating a dead horse! “I don’t feel victorious until I’m up by a hundred points.” “You’d round yours by the tens, too…” Merciless. “So from now on, I don’t want you coming within a 20,000-kilometer radius of me.” “Did you just order me off the face of the Earth?!”
