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“How long have you been working for Bic?” she asked.

“Hmm, let me think,” he said, contemplating his answer. “Oh I guess it’s been 12 years now.”

She couldn’t believe he had worked anywhere for 12 years, his fit body and youthful appearance suggested otherwise. “I guess you have only worked at Bic then?”

“Yes,” he responded, trying to cover his disappointment that he looks young. “They hired me right out of college. I like the job, I like the money, and I’m good at it. I see no reason to leave.”

“What was your major?”

Her question appeared to startle him, he had clearly drifted somewhere else. “Huh?”

“Your major. In college. Did it prepare you for this job?”

“Oh. Sorry. It’s been awhile since I’ve had the college discussion,” he said, hoping to show his maturity. “I majored in business but … I organized and ran a club baseball team and paid someone 20 bucks to make what I did look impressive on a resume. Somehow, it worked out.”

She wanted badly to make and discuss the connection of their jobs and career but, she decided against it. He recognized the pause in the conversation and didn’t want it to end. “What about you … did your major prepare you for your job?”

“Not really. Actually, no. I wanted a liberal arts degree that would give me a well-rounded, balanced approach for when I entered the ‘real world’ but, I haven’t entered that world yet. I’m still asking people what they majored in, despite the fact we’ve been out of college for 12 to 15 years.”

He knew now she was three years older than him, assuming she only took four years to get her degree. A liberal arts degree shouldn’t have taken more than four years. “So, what was your major?”

“History. And English. I read a lot.”

He wondered, and asked before he realized it, “How in the world did you get a job in college athletics with degrees in history and English?”

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