- Rachel Shapiro
The Guessing Game
My eyes start to glaze over as I stare at the jar filled with brightly colored jelly beans. I squint, cock my head, blink. I stare. There are numerous methods on how to conquer this guessing game, but I’ve found that none are always accurate. It all traces back to one problem. The jelly beans are irregular sizes. But I’m particularly exceptional at guessing, which is why they hired me. I once correctly guessed the exact time the ball in Times Square was going to drop. I’ve been told I’m also good at lying. But not guessing. I just lost.