My co-worker who's reading the Twilight saga came over to my desk today. She's on Book Three. I know, because I lent it to her.
"So I had some time before they all got back from their meeting," she said, referring to the people in her department.
"So you took out the book," I finished. "Bad move."
"I know. I only had about twenty minutes."
"Whoa. Painful." I sympathized.
This woman is older than me, I should add. Easily mid-fifties.
"I can't wait until I'm done with them all so we can talk," she said.
This is fun.