There’s no way to sugarcoat rejection.
99 times out of 100 you receive a form letter, with an impersonal touch that—regardless of intention—gives one a feeling that he (or she) is on the same level as an unflushed toilet.
“I couldn’t quite connect.”
“Not for me.”
“Blah blah blah…” You get the idea.
Once in a while, or rather, once in a January blood-moon, you get rejected in such a pleasant, comical way, you really have to giggle. This happened to me today.