That intern: The super young 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.

(Today's that intern was suggested by Erin Williams, a copy aide here at The Post.)

Going to work is a bit like watching Chinese gymnasts compete in the Summer Olympics: Is that intern really old enough to be employed? Is it legal to ask the super young intern to produce a birth certificate? Maybe that intern just has a baby face. Or is a prodigy. Or just really never has heard of the television show "Saved by the Bell." Every conversation about what to do after work includes this disclosure from the super young intern: "I'm not 21." Oh, all of the other interns respond, we know. So happy hour turns into a babysitting gig, until the super young intern finally realizes that all of the other interns desperately want to go somewhere that requires an ID at the door and offers to be ditched.

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