"Next up..." I glanced at the jumble of accented letters on the card, "A... Af... hm..."
"Aye, that'd be me," said a young leprechaun, bouncing, hand eagerly raised. Then she bounded into my office.
She squirmed in the interview chair, feet kicking.
"Er, yes. So--," I looked at the card again.
"I like going by Amper!"
"Amper, why do you want to work at Crystal Light Emporium?"
"I hate to be a stereotype but I just LOVE rainbows!"