All types meandering tight, we stand together waiting for what's next. Where are you from, who's your company? What do you do? And who are you again? All of us listening yet no one hearing, like a melting pot of convenience no one really cares.
We stand tall, pretending to be interesting and interested, some of us better than others. Those failing miserably, only saved by the fleeting line of text beneath their name describing their position within the company. Thankfully that line of text coupled with a glossy business card is a get out of jail free card. And if it didn't exist, they'd be in the corner downing the wines double speed with plenty to see.
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