He needed a job. He called a temp agency to schedule a proofreading test. He'd been proofreading on and off for forty years. The agency test, in a building near Columbus Circle, took two hours. He walked out feeling good. He'd heard it was a tough test, but it didn't seem hard at all. It even crossed his mind that he might've aced it. A day later he got an email from the agency. He opened it and saw his score. He almost had a heart attack. He almost had a stroke. He almost passed out and collapsed to the floor. He almost went blind, deaf, and dumb. He had almost passed the test. Sixty-four percent?!, he said to himself. Sixty-four percent?!, he repeated. Sixty-four percent?! He called the agency rep, who said, "Relax. You're far from the first to fail. Besides, you can keep retaking it until you pass!"