I love my friend Charlene. We work together on writing things all the time, she proofreads my stuff. Crap, she's even proofread my papers, as horrible as that is. Of course, I know better than to get into fights with her. Y'see, she has this one flaw. It's a major one, but one that I oft choose to overlook. She's a... defence lawyer. Yeah. I know. Basically, I just know better than to even let a disagreement go beyond anything than a friendly banter about the pros and cons of Wolverine versus uh, I don't know... Captain Marvel. I mighta been part of the speach and debate team in high school, but mostly I stuck to prose and poetry readings. I can't get into an argument without getting emotional, so mostly I just don't (Shit, I can't even call my cable company to bitch about billing without huffing and puffing--I haveta leave it to james, or I become "that guy" that customer service people bitch about)... Anyways... here's a brief summary of how it went down.
Charlene: I need to come up with a rejection letter that doesn't sound like I'm saying sorry you're not good enough even though that's what I'm saying.
Charlene: There needs to be form letters for this stuff.
Me: Your talents do not fit the organization's needs at this time?
I'd say END SCENE, but it's so anti-dramatic and it has no punchline, you'd feel cheated if I did.