“There must be a sale on button down shirts.”
Perhaps everyone got an extra vacation day. Perhaps sales increases are becoming linked to employee morale. Perhaps it was a particularly good day at the insurance convention. Either way, this is a particularly hot night at the random suburban hotel bar. They’re segmented according to department, and clearly the boys in interoffice payroll are feeling it. They’re seated in a semi-circle around the table, their middle management in the middle, their free hand cradling their blackberries, their wedding rings in their pockets…
We observe.
Perhaps Ramona in receivables will be the one who falls first.
She’s looking tipsy off of her second Corona. She’s cute in that frazzled desperate business trip way. She’s amazed that she is this close to New York City.
It’s a high school dance party meets the JC Penny catalogue. The voyeurism is enticing.
Our attention shifts.
“Who would win in a fight? A Porcupine or a Panda?”
“Excuse me?”
Setting up fictitious animal battles is always a good way to change the direction of conversation.
“What do you mean?”
“Seriously, who would win in a fight? A Porcupine or a Panda?”
“A Panda, I guess. It’s a bear.”
“No. Not really. A Panda is just a glorified raccoon.”
“How do you figure?”
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