Poked and prodded I love Persian accents. They’re unique and pleasant to the ear (at least for me). Hard to replicate.  I was at the doctor’s yesterday. Young guy. Friendly. Persian. Four needles were staring back at me. Waiting patiently to fulfill their destinies.  “How do you handle these?” he asks.  “Generally you put the...

The first time I showed up, he did this thing with his arms across the room. Each one was raised up, horizontal at his side, fingers outstretched. He just left them there. Big smile on his face. He wanted a hug.

The distinction is harder than you think “I’m a builder. I like to build things.” She says this with an impressive resume and a glowing smile. The smile is genuine, but she might as well be the cat who swallowed the canary. I as the interviewer am supposed to like to hear things like this....