my colleague and i have been working on a project for the last couple of weeks, and to reward our hard work our boss decided to take us to lunch today. or something like that...
what actually happened is that we mentioned to him a few weeks ago that we'd heard that he likes to bribe his underlings with somosas and we managed to convince him that we'd met criteria for somosa rewards. anyway, he showed up this morning and was giddly like a school girl when he found out that our 12:00 meeting was cancelled- "really?" he asked, "you mean we can have samosas today???"
first he took us through the secret (and to be honest yucky) back entrance. at the door, he laid out the rules: "the samosas are in boxes and there are 2 kinds. i think that chicken ones are really gross. the veggie ones have potatoes and are really good. most people but sauce on them but i don't- you'll probably want to. i'm paying for everything. get something to drink- they're spicy. they play rock music really loud in there so we so we won't be able to talk once we get inside. they always play rock music. let's go."
the place, by the way, appears to be the secret hangout of the shaggy grad students i so love, but i had to keep quiet about that over samosas with my boss, and instead just marvel internally at the wealth of broody comp lit students reading big books over orangina and tofu, feeling sadly mainstream with my clan of business casual clad professionals. at least we're cool enough to appreciate samosas in a dingy liberal arts campus basement...
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