Lately The Palinite and The Paulite have been waiting for me and our other co-workers to leave them alone before they really say what they’re feeling. When I walk into our area, I can often see The Palinite swiftly swiveling his head around to see who’s at the door, and the two of them mute their voices and bring their conversational threads to a close before going back to whatever they were doing.
One day last week, I came back from lunch to find the two of them standing around near the water cooler, and this time, they did not cease their conversations. As I walked past them to my cube, I listened in.
Dueling? Seriously? They were talking about DUELING. And now inaccurate flintlock guns were at 20 paces.