Dodged That Bullet By A Fine Line (And Print)

I’m being hired for a position at a supermarket. Interviews went well, conversations have been pleasant, and I’m all set to sign the employment contract, so I grab the document and sit back in the chair to read it. 

The manager who is hiring me gives me a look.

Manager: “What are you doing?”

Me: *Confused.* “I’m reading the contract.”

Manager: “Why would you do that?”

Me: *Concerned.* “…Because signing a contract is a legally-binding statement that I agree to the terms and conditions outlined in that contract.”

Manager: “So?”

Me: *Now thinking I don’t want to work here.* “…SO, I’m making myself aware of the terms and conditions before I agree to them.”

Manager: “That’s stupid. Why the f*** do you need to do that?”

Me: *Absolutely sure I don’t want to work here anymore.* “Because I’m not an idiot. If I don’t like the conditions, I’m not going to sign the contract.”

Manager: “Well, if you don’t sign the contract, then you’re not hired.”

Me: “Yes, that’s kind of what I was getting at. If I don’t like the conditions, I don’t want to be hired here.”

Manager: “You’re a f****** moron. Are you telling me you read the terms and conditions for every piece of computer hardware and software you own?”

Me: *Setting the contract aside.* “The fact that you seriously think the answer is “no” tells me everything I need to hear. Good day.”

I could not get out of that building fast enough.