In the end, I got an offer and took another job. One of the guys on the team asked me why I was leaving, and I tried to explain.

He asked: "Morals?"

"No," I replied. "It's funny. I have no problem with the lack of morals. It's the lack of taste that bothers me."

"Oh, I understand," he said. But I don't think he really did, because I saw him hooting with a bunch of the other guys around the latest batch of barely teen photos not half an hour later.

What have you done to be interesting?


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