We're sitting in a meeting and I'm watching their lips move.
They talk and nod and frown. It's important stuff.
One person leans forward and jabs the air with his pen. I look at his hair, it's a funny cut, I wonder if it's DIY.
Another disagrees with him. His hair is OK.
We need to stay focused someone says. There's a stain on his shirt, mayo I'm thinking, or maybe mustard.
The one with the funny hair goes on for a bit. I doodle in my notebook, I sketch a man being crushed by an anvil.
We finish up. Plans are made for a follow-up meeting next week. Some people will go home later and check their BlackBerries.
I go back to my desk, stare at my monitor. Thinking about it, it looked more like mustard.
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