This is for S. J. Smith, with best wishes for the success of her interview.
Knock 'em dead! (Uh, you know what I mean.)


Job-hunting during a recession makes most people desperate; Winry Rockbell just gets cranky. So it's inevitable that when yet another sweaty-palmed male chauvinist leers at her and suggests that he might be able find her an opening, if she proves ... qualified ... she pulls a wrench on him.

"How about this?" she asks sweetly. "You give me the job because I'm a qualified engineer, and I won't crush your ugly supraorbital foramen."

Fortunately Granny wires the bail money without question, so Ed and Al need never hear about Mr. Sweaty Palms. One attempt at human transmutation is enough for a lifetime.


Author's Note: Before anyone asks, the supraorbital foramen is the technical name for the eyebrow ridge. (I'm not a doctor, but I hang out with them a lot.)