Upper middle class sexagenarians currently talking about a broken office Keurig for going on twenty minutes. The subject changes when Dave walks into the break room with a Tupperware full his wife's famous chocolate chip cookies, followed by Jan joking about how she can eat two, because she had a salad for lunch, and that cancels out. This reminds everyone of the employee potluck quickly approaching next week.

It's that time of year, when you take a lengthy stand in front of the dishwasher while it's drying your cups and plates; while the hot steam warms your frozen groin, and you stare blankly out the window without a single thought. YOU ARE NUMB, AND YOU WILL BE UNTIL SPRING.