Leftover Chinese Gets Sucked into the Day Job



A minimum of one night a year is extended time with the daytime cast of characters. Everybody wear suits and plays nice. I forgot my suit. People shake hands and discuss topics such as cars, houses, and children. I have a modest car, no house or children. People float from conversation to conversation practicing the art of small talk. I suck at small talk, but I have a knack for helping people ramble on and on. If it gets late enough, people say things they shouldn't be saying. This is when they say too much. Happy holidays, Corporate America. Let the information fly.

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