A Spicy Soup and Spicy Conversation!

After a week of feeling like ass, home sick, I'm back at work, but still not 100%.  I needed soup.  I went out and got myself soup and sandwich from the panini place down the road. The soup was spicy Thai carrot soup. It was thick and spicy, just like today's lunch conversation. The only difference was that, unlike the soup, the conversation was not in good taste.

Lunch in the trash, just like the conversation.

Today we discussed porn. Yes, porn.  We discussed people viewing porn on an airplane. We discussed people submitting digital-to-analogue conversion bugs in porn movies.  We discussed five guys watching porn in a van. I shut down the conversation by asking if the guys in the van were watching gay or straight porn. Apparently you don't ask guys that.

Anyhoo.

After lunch, I solicited Silvia for a bland coffee in one of the Common Use Office Cafe au Lait Cups. I had forgotten that Silvia made bland, tepid coffee.  That long espresso tasted like mildly coffee-flavoured warm water.  It could dampen all passions.  It was like the antithesis to the lunch conversation.

The espresso's so cold, Blue Mug has turned away to the side.