30 minutes...

he has a nice beard, it is nice and dark, mine was white yesterday.

 

these are the words i heard as i walked into work from my lunch break.  there is nothing like being on display.  i should back up and tell you how this comment came about...

today i had lunch with a friend.   i don't do this very often.  mostly because 30 minutes isn't a long enough time to sit down, converse and eat, politely.  i love to eat and i love to chat both of which shouldn't be rushed.  however 30 minutes flies by when you are in good company.  consequently 30 minutes can seem like 30 hours in poor company.  thankfully today i was in good company. 

we met at brooklyn pizza.  it is quick, easy and if you know me well, you know that i adore pizza.  i blew in the door like a stiff breeze, on a mission to get started.  the clock is ticking.  there isn't time for the proper niceties of saying hey, it's great to see you.  nope, i'm all business, time to order.  in an effort to save time it is also conquer and divide time.  you get the pizza.  i will grab the drinks. oh and by the way what did you want?

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while waiting for our slices of heaven to magically appear at the table there is a small opportunity to converse without food filling my mouth.  the obvious conversation how was your christmas? was discussed.  at this point my lunch mate has my full attention and i appear normal.

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heaven lands on our checkered cloth and now the real show starts.  remember when your mother harped on you "don't talk with your mouth full!"?  this is nearly impossible to do when you only have 30 minutes.  in an attempt to not be completely rude, we played a short game of charades.  i completely suck at this game.  before my turn ended i opened my mouth packed full of pizza and gave the answer.  sorry i have no manners when i'm short on time.

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once the food has been inhaled with more suction than a hoover vacuum cleaner (because really if you want suction you should get an oreck), i am now checking my phone.  who needs a watch when you have your smart phone?  i'm pretty sure my last bite hadn't finished it's journey down my esophagus and i am packing it up.  i'm sorry, but i have to get back to the office.

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the walk back with my lunch mate, was a brisk pace that equaled the chill in the air.  it did allow for a few more minutes to converse without a mouth full of food, which i'm sure is easier to understand and more pleasant.  a couple more minutes of chatting outside of my office door and a hug goodbye.  i turn towards the office door and through the window i see my boss with his hands mimicking binoculars spying.

i walk through the door and straight into his office saying before you ask, no i'm not dating him, just having lunch.  the boss man starts laughing at me and replies he seems nice and he has a nice beard... you know the rest. 

so for future reference i am not a fan of the 30 minute lunch.  especially if i am going to attempt to enjoy someones company and eat.  if you are one who enjoys the odd rituals of bird mating, which is how i feel while trying to talk through gestures and pack my face, then by all means let's do lunch.  if this isn't your cup of tea, i'm free at 6:00pm three weeks from today.