Monday, March 14, 2005


Friday found me lined up at the Korean counter of an office building (not ours - legend has it there used to be a canteen...but only ghosts hang out there now) food court.

Ordered the Stir-Fried Beef.

When lunch arrived on my tray, I had to check with the counter lady if it was what I ordered.

It was.

As I sat down to eat with two other guys from creative, I pondered how my lunch, with peppers and a somewhat creamy sauce, didn't look stirred (ladled perhaps, but not stirred), let alone fried. Also, its pale, grayish color made me think of pork instead of beef.

Uh oh.

I think I just ate a metaphor.

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