The Friday lunch crew had chosen (via pink) the Indian place downtown, and I tagged along in an effort to get to know my co-workers. Because none of us talked to each other during the workday, this was our only opportunity to mingle. Conversation came in bursts, punctuated with sudden silences and lots of staring down at our pappadum. Though it didn’t look like it, we were all enjoying the opportunity to attempt small talk with other people who got us.
