Lubricated to just the right level of insight and indignation, I went off on one about it being a rank piece of pseudo-science, old-fashioned quackery pedalled by shameless charlatans to HR folk too easily fooled by stage-managed flummery and overly keen on the veneer of expertise it bestows.
And then, despite myself I couldn't help guessing what type he was.
"Of course," he said. "You ?"
"Ah, yes. That makes sense. But there was something I didn't understand. The woman kept saying that E-N-T-J was a classic banker profile but, if that's the case, why is it that so many of my bosses have been C-U-N-Ts ?"