My mouth dropped open in disbelief. However, at the time I was only concerned with getting my pants back. Standing in my boxers in a busy airport terminal wasn't exactly boosting my self-esteem. "Can you give me my pants please?" I asked.
"Oh, right, here you go" she said while handing over my khakis. "Now that you've passed the first test, you'll have to continue to the second. It won't be quite as fun."
"What am i being tested for in the first place?"
"I can't tell you now, all I can say is that Inetec isn't exactly what you thought it was."
I was lead down the terminal, taken out of the airport, and told to sit in the backseat of a car. The car stopped at an office building and I was to a desk upstairs. On the desk sat a sheet of questions, a scantron, and a pencil. "Ahh I hate these things," I mumbled.