That intern: The OMG-look-at-my-red-badge intern
Every intern class has so many different personalities it is like a Real World cast. And every class has "that intern" -- as in, "don't be that intern." Each day I introduce you to one of those interns.
The OMG-look-at-my-red-badge intern has yet to experience the awesomeness of having a driver's license that does not feature the words "Under 21" (or, perhaps, the glory of owning a YMCA identification card), so a red badge with a photo on it is like a magical pass. This prestigious piece of plastic allows an intern to get almost anywhere on the Hill that almost anyone can go, so what else can it do? That intern is the one who tests the reach of the red ID badge. Will bartenders accept it instead of a real ID? Will it get you a free ride on the Circulator bus? Will attractive members of the opposite sex swoon over it? Is this ID the same as a "get out of jail free" card when in the backseat of a police cruiser? Only that intern is dumb enough to try (or pretend to try, lie to younger generations of interns and continue the cycle).
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