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| - The interactions of office workers are a model for society at large; well-meaning, well-mannered individuals combine to form mindless, tactless mobs. This goes double for the IT business, where college-educated scholars emerge from their offices to congregate in basement computer labs to reclaim their primal triviality.
Passive aggressive intellectuals become territorial Luddites; arguments erupt over whose iPod is played over the speakers, whether to lift tables or drag them across the carpet, and whether or not making fun of my toe nail polish counted as gender discrimination.
When it came time for lunch, a caucus of Neanderthal-like rumbling came from our throats. Moments ago, we had all been connoisseurs of fine cuisine. But suddenly we clamored for culture-less layman food. Burgers. Subs. No. Pizza. PIZZA! PIZZA! WE WANT PIZZA! ORDER THE PIZZA GODDAMIT!
"Well, what pizza should we get?"
Pizza by Napoli. No, I don't like their crusts. Well, how about Pullano's? No. Too greasy. My sensitive tummy can't handle it.
"How about Barro's?"
What is this 'Barro's"? Is it deep dish? Is it New York Style?
"I really like it."
Well fine. But what should we put on it? Sausage. No. Extra cheese, I'm a vegetarian. No. Pineapple. Nobody likes pineapple, shut up. Pepperoni. Yes. Pepperoni. PEPPERONI!
A half hour later...
I like this Barro's, don't you? Yes. It's deep dish, but it's crispy. The crust is just the right amount of thickness. The toppings are generous, and there is plenty of cheese. Just good and bland enough to reach the status quo. We all approve. Hooray Barro's! This was a good lunch! Good job, whoever suggested this?
As soon as lunch was over, someone was hit in the face with a chair.
Your tax dollars at work.
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