Good Conversation

It rained yesterday morning. I had to use my umbrella. As I stood waiting for the elevator, shaking it out, the sparkling conversationalist next to me said, "Rainy out there." Someone finally has the nerve to say it. And just when I'd regained the will to live, this happened in the break room: I was toasting a bagel on a counter bearing a lot of food left over from a board meeting. Said a passing engineer: "That's a lot of food."


And that, sir, is why you have the company Lexis with the four-window office and I eat toast a bagel for lunch.


October 2, 2003

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