Today our office was de-virginized. Officially.

This is how: 6 people gathered in a tiny room, the so-called "conference room" for a deposition. They were 1) a rather fat court reporter lady, with a familiar face and smile, whom I had seen before at WDBM, 2) a young Mexican tall male lawyer whom I first assumed was the Spanish interpreter, 3) a fifty-something Jewish female attorney with a heavy Long Island accent, 4) a fifty-something male Spanish interpreter with a sense of humor and a small bladder, who called all the bathroom breaks and 5) a typical little Mexican shy lady--a former house cleaner, who lives in East L.A., has lived in the States for 28 years and still needs an interpreter to understand English well...

And then, there was Me.

It was a scene from a movie.