The annual appreciation ceremony finally finished at 5:15pm, and my assigned duty was accomplished. Though I was not interested in networking, I hanged around for a while.
“Oh yes! You are from mm… XXX. I know that. Great!”
“Bollocks! What’s your second line?” I wondered why he just repeated the words on the card clipped to my shirt.
His make-up grin continued, but his eyes drifted away as I failed to give a reflexive response to his ambush - I only gave him an uneasy smile. He roamed away, and I nodded to mimic politeness. I guessed we could have a chat if the encounter was extended to full 3 seconds. Well, that suited me perfectly.