I'm just going to write something directly out of my head, so we'll see how it goes. -TCR
I've always liked the name Larry. It feels old without being stuffy, and there's an inherent jocularity about it. When you hear that you'll be meeting with some dude named Larry it instills in you the idea that the interaction won't be dark or heavy. When I walked into the room to meet my particular Larry, however, things didn't go as expected.
My Larry was a woman and anything but jovial.
"Sit," she said, not looking up from her tablet. I sat.