The very lovely and clearly bright young woman behind me at my coffee/writing spot is doing a job interview. She’s used the word “like” twelve times in two sentences.* Although she’s also using words like “protocol” and “robotics,” she’s coming off like a refugee from Encino. I am sad.
*Yes, I counted.
An Actor, a Writer, and a Rabbi's Wife Walk into a Bar... 
Hopefully (for her), she was being interviewed by another “like”-minded person.
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No. ‘Twas an actually grownup.
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