The applicant awaits the part of the interview where she is asked how many golf balls she would need to fill the volume of an empty Boeing 787 Dreamliner. Her planned response to the question is to casually ask, “Empty of passengers or empty of passengers, seats and equipment?”

She fumbles a question about her willingness to take a drug test by blurting “No.” The mention of drugs recalled her interview prep where she had read a story about Apple’s founder not hiring a man who admitted to never having dropped acid. “I mean, sure. I am ethically against drug testing, but I would pass were I tested.”

They sit knee to knee, in little red chairs in front of his glass desk. He asks if she just admitted she would act against her own ethical code to get the job.

“I guess I said I would. I would. But I also would not.”

He asks if I am married and I know this is an illegal question but I do not speak up about that. “I know I don’t want kids for a while,” I say, answer the other illegal question he wants to ask. But I do want kids soon. I do. Two of them, or three.

Drug test me and I’ll come back pregnant.

He never asks me about planes and golf balls.

He asks for references.

I nailed it.