Five friends. Forty minutes. Zero consensus. You end up at a place nobody suggested, eating food nobody wanted, all while silently agreeing this will never happen again—right before making plans for next weekend.
Mar 13, 2026
You two are absolutely going to get that coffee. You have been going to get that coffee for the better part of a presidential term. The coffee does not exist, but the friendship — technically — does.
Mar 13, 2026
There is a social contract governing the shared workplace kitchen. It is detailed, it is serious, and it has never been written down anywhere. You are expected to know it anyway. You do not know it.
Mar 13, 2026