My response, *yelling, apparently*: "I HAVE A MASTER'S DEGREE."
This chick was not fazed whatsoever. "Oh, that's great. We're also interviewing for manager positions, and you need at least a Bachelor's degree for that."
By this time, I'm slightly fuming, slightly laughing, and starting to inch away. Rach is cracking up, and turns to the woman with an apologetic look. She seems confused.
"Oh...so...you guys already have jobs then???"
At this point, I run.
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