The Stranger

See, here's the model of me, correct in every detail, even the under-arm skin tag; but many of my friends don't recognize me. I remember it keenly. The famous nun whom I was scheduled to meet stood above me arms akimbo. "You are nothing but a salesman," She said, casting aside my resume. Meeting him in the social hall after the event, I asked how it was going. "I could never hire somebody like you," is how he answered.