Just curious

[Thomas]

Reminds me of my past life in the corporate world, in a computer software company. I used to share an office with a fellow who always went out for lunch. I liked going out maybe once or twice a week, opting mostly to either bring lunch or have it delivered to the office. I did this so I could save money on my afternoon dose of wine by bringing my own 375ml bottle (I even took to buying by the box and stashing the bottles in the bottom of my locked desk).

One day, as I sat munching on a sharp cheese accompanied by a large baguette and some olives, plus a split of Marques des Caceres (sp) my immediate boss pops open the door to my room. Just 20 minutes before his entry he had a fine tan, but standing in the doorway and staring at my bottle of wine seemed to drain his complexion.

I didn't last long there--too rigid for my libertine blood.