It was a rental -- a brand new Lumina, with a V-6. She rode comfortably at 80. I rolled down the window and smelled that sweet smell of southern yellow pine. Two days of tension began to fade away as the aroma and the warm wind worked on me. It had been a rough couple of days. The meetings that brought me down here were important, but they were a pain in the ass. Get me back to the real workers and the machines, I thought.

We were too white and too male -- that was the corporate line. And it left middle management populated with a bunch of young, inexperienced diversity candidate wannabes, hand-picked by the perverts at the top. Now I wouldn't have minded...

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