Had my first big job interview in years just a few days ago. I was, at most, 50% mentally present in the moment, and the other 50% of my brain was dedicated to suppressing thoughts like this or being prepared to evoke a genuine sounding laugh so I could pass it off as a joke. Nailed the interview, though.
And you just know they’re sending copies of all your poop data to China, too, for some reason. Probably something to do with “improving targeted advertising,” but we know better.