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 5 seconds. Well, that suited me perfectly.
