The stop was more of a road clearance than a waiting point. It wasn’t regularly occupied and was just a rusted sign standing by a desolate road. There were remains of an attempted wooden project, most likely a bench for the people who occasionally waited below the sign. On the night of June 12th, three possible interns were waiting at the bus stop. The fact that there were three possible interns at this very inconvenient bus stop wasn’t actually as coincidental as one might think. Although there did happen to be a very comfortable bus stop just down the street with not two but three benches, which not only would have served them a place to sit, but a personal bench each to their own. You see, when three very nervous possible interns can’t quite comprehend the world around them due to their swirling thoughts, not one of them thinks to look down the road, let alone ten inches in either direction.

Possible intern number one began to fidget, and since his spatial awareness was at an all-time low, he bumped into possible intern number two, sending possible intern number three reeling into the mud. Numbers one and two followed, not far behind. The three well-dressed individuals were now just as well dressed as they were previously, but had splatters of mud staining their velvet dresses and corduroy trousers.

You see, when three individuals who were anticipating the internship of a lifetime go toppling into a pile of mud, you're bound to get three very different and colorful reactions.

Possible intern number one just stared at the ground, quietly muttering apologies, accepting the situation in a rather cowardly manner. There was only a bit of mud staining the fine corduroy clothing, which he assumed could be shrugged off as a coffee stain from the morning prior. From the outside looking in, anyone would perceive him as a realist- which he came around to accept as the truth.

Possible Intern number two was trying to make light of the situation, throwing the previously worn blazer in front of a passing truck, which, as one might assume, took it off into the distance. Now, Possible intern number two was just wearing a white t-shirt, and a fine-looking pair of jeans below it. They had acquired a bit of mud, but just like Possible intern number one's pants, they just appeared as if they were a bit dirty. He was an optimist, and from the looks of it, he refused to be anything else.

Possible intern number three had the worst of it. The velvet dress that was worn was something similar to the ragged clothes seen in movies. It lost most of its original color, the muted brown taking over. It was torn in the front, just below the waistline, which one must understand is a very unusual place for a dress to be torn. Possible intern number three had already accepted defeat, laying there in the mud puddle as if unconscious. Possible intern number two leaned over to possible intern number one, his voice in a whisper. “We know who the pessimist is,” he said with a chuckle. This caused Possible intern number one to smile.

Possible intern number two checked his watch and then cautiously extended his arm towards possible intern number three to help her out of the peculiar situation. “Our bus is almost here,” he said with a hopeful tinge to his voice,”Sometimes it helps if you just go do it instead of thinking so much. Then we’d be one step closer to possible success!” He said with a small smile intending to lift her spirits. He was then met with shouts and screams about how the world hated possible interns and that they all had no chance going into this, and now had an even smaller fraction of a chance due to the fact that they were all inconvenienced by a mud puddle on their way to the office building.

This caused the confidence in possible intern number two to waiver, and his hand to drop back to his side as he sunk down, his posture beginning to look like possible intern number one's. As the two men sat by each other, they exchanged names. Possible intern number one’s name was Ryan. Possible intern number two was named Wallace. Possible intern number three didn’t elaborate whatsoever, until she heard the name Wallace. Then she just snickered and muttered,”Who names their child Wallace?” Under her breath. The three defeated possible interns and their angry movements were then muted by the screeching of a bus coming to a stop. The doors opened. Ryan and Wallace hesitated before stepping on, but eventually did. Possible intern number three remained sprawled in the mud. And she did even after the bus pulled away.

In the end, none of the interviewees got the job. The two that showed up to the interview were met with judgmental glances the whole walk there. Turns out it’s very easy to lie to yourself when you’re nervous for an interview. Wallace and Ryan looked absolutely filthy. What Ryan thought could pass off as a coffee stain really looked like a terrible tie-dye job. And what Wallace thought looked like the pants of a hard-working man, really looked like the pants of a man who’d played fifteen rounds of elementary school kickball.

The boss broke this news to them as soon as they entered the interview room. “Have you guys looked at yourselves recently?” He said with a degrading tone of voice. “Maybe you two can look at your bland resumes while you're at it.” He curtly remarked. Ryan and Wallace took this as their cue to leave, the secretary closing the door behind them. The two now not-so-possible interns left the building side by side with hanging heads, both wondering what their futures would hold, now that they’d lost the internship of a lifetime.

On the way home, Ryan lifted his head towards a flyer that caught his eye. It said “Little Sandwich Shoppe: Now Hiring!” in big green letters. The two now hopeless men decided to give it a try. They’d both gotten hired as soon as they walked in. Apparently, one can tell quite quickly if another would be a good sandwich shoppe employee. Whenever the two now-so-possible sandwich shoppe employees reminisced on the past, they remembered that quarter-hour at the bus stop that brought the two best friends together. “By the way, I think Wallace is a great name.” Ryan said, as they realized that the journey along the way was what mattered after all.