* Sharing a bottle of wine with a friend while watching the sun set over the Atlantic.
* My mom’s crush on Paraguay striker Roque Santa Cruz.
* Dad complaining that my mother now watches more soccer than he does.
I recently came across these hilarious office kitchen notes. And it seems that the modern office has become more and more like a polite university residence. Some colleagues even spit in each other’s food (okay, a polite UFS residence then).
It’s not surprising really. You didn’t choose to be in a confined space with these people everyday. It’s like an involuntary group marriage, except people are having more sex.