found drama

I’m at… work?  No, not work.  The floors are concrete but this is an Eastern Shore-style crab house.  Concrete floors and rows upon rows of long red picnic tables covered in newspaper.  But I may as well be at work.  I’m surrounded by co-workers, all of us toting our laptops.  We take our seats around the tables.  There is work to be done among the software engineers.  Except that before we can really get started, the project managers descend from out of nowhere, each one carrying huge trays laden with sashimi and rice and other treats.  Everyone dives in.

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