She was perfect. Her name was Courtney, and I liked her immediately. In addition to having stellar professional qualifications, she would clearly be lots of fun to have around. I could already picture us grabbing a drink after work and talking about everything but work—something Paige and I had done countless times, and which I enjoyed as much if not more than the business itself. During the interview I kept waiting for some red flag to pop up, and I could tell Paige was waiting for it too. Our brief search experience had led us to expect the worst. But it never happened. She was lovely. “So, Courtney, do you have any questions for us?” I finally asked, thinking that might do the trick and unleash her inner craziness. She nodded. “Yes, actually. I was wondering if you’d thought about adding a line of cocktail napkins to your product line.” “Cocktail napkins?” I said. She nodded. “I think people would love them for parties. Can’t you just picture a Honey Napkin that says something like IF I’M NOT WRAPPED AROUND A STIFF DRINK RIGHT NOW, SOMETHING IS WRONG?”
