From time to time, our upstairs officemates will take time out of their busy schedules to engage in rousing rounds of various video games. When we first moved in it was Super Mario Cart; in recent months it has been some variety of football.
Today, while deep inside the minutiae of the aforementioned art website, busily cutting and pasting French over English, I heard evidence of the latest tourney wafting down. Except, because I was deep “inside the zone,” I temporarily forgot where I was, and thought to myself “wow, there’s some pretty wild sex going on up there.”
Work, alas, will never be the same.