Snowflake Steals Our Thunder!
On this warm spring day of March 16, 2006, the breeze blew just enough to spin my sister and I into uncharted territory. Accustomed to life together (living together, working together, dating best friends and sharing a car) we often ventured to lunch together. Ridiculed for partaking in what some have termed "Secret Lunches" we decided to venture outside of our comfort realm and take a stab at a new opportunity: We would invite the team to lunch!
Now that we had made our plan, it was time to execute. We engaged in a brief instant messenger session:
Nicole took the lead using her marketing expertise to our advantage. What email subject line would prompt the best open rate?
Thai for Lunch Train leaves at 11:42.
It was clear. It was concise. It would leave no mystery. Now that we had planned and executed, all we could do was wait. With sweaty, trembling palms I continued the chat with my sister, "Did anyone reply to your email?"
My head spun around in circles. Do people normally reply? Is an email too forward and abrasive? Does it act as another obligation if you commit in writing? Maybe people don't want to feel like they HAVE to do something on their lunch break. Maybe it just has to happen.
The clock strikes 11:26. Still no replies.
Maybe people will just start to gather around at our designated time.
But then! At approximately 11:28, much to our horror, we hear a loud voice shout across the office, "Who wants to go to Jason's Deli and get a potato?!"
It was Snowflake! She was undermining our lunch efforts and corralling a group for lunch! We've got no chance at this point. She's a seasoned professional. We are merely amateurs. With that, our efforts were spoiled as laughter and giggles paraded out the door.
Lunch planning clearly isn't for the weak.
Midway through our course at Pilan Thai, and much to our surprise, two stragglers (who asked to remain anonymous) showed up. Oh great. It's bad enough we went alone but to have witnesses to our publicly failed attempt is just humiliating.
The hour slowly disintegrated as we finished our meal and rode back to the office in silence. No words were spoken. Our efforts were a well-known disaster. Some time will need to pass before we can build up the strength, charisma and courage again to step outside the world we know as ours.
Until next time.
Now that we had made our plan, it was time to execute. We engaged in a brief instant messenger session:
Nicole took the lead using her marketing expertise to our advantage. What email subject line would prompt the best open rate?
Thai for Lunch Train leaves at 11:42.
It was clear. It was concise. It would leave no mystery. Now that we had planned and executed, all we could do was wait. With sweaty, trembling palms I continued the chat with my sister, "Did anyone reply to your email?"
My head spun around in circles. Do people normally reply? Is an email too forward and abrasive? Does it act as another obligation if you commit in writing? Maybe people don't want to feel like they HAVE to do something on their lunch break. Maybe it just has to happen.
The clock strikes 11:26. Still no replies.
Maybe people will just start to gather around at our designated time.
But then! At approximately 11:28, much to our horror, we hear a loud voice shout across the office, "Who wants to go to Jason's Deli and get a potato?!"
It was Snowflake! She was undermining our lunch efforts and corralling a group for lunch! We've got no chance at this point. She's a seasoned professional. We are merely amateurs. With that, our efforts were spoiled as laughter and giggles paraded out the door.
Lunch planning clearly isn't for the weak.
Midway through our course at Pilan Thai, and much to our surprise, two stragglers (who asked to remain anonymous) showed up. Oh great. It's bad enough we went alone but to have witnesses to our publicly failed attempt is just humiliating.
The hour slowly disintegrated as we finished our meal and rode back to the office in silence. No words were spoken. Our efforts were a well-known disaster. Some time will need to pass before we can build up the strength, charisma and courage again to step outside the world we know as ours.
Until next time.
posted by MindComet at 1:25 PM
4 Critiques:
AAAWWW!!! :(
I was at Jason's Deli and I wondered if anyone came with you to Thai. :(
Sorry ladies!
3:29 PM
my overwhelming urge for thai was overshadowed by my urge to see jarrod and snowflake in a potato eat-off!
3:36 PM
Thai Round II...count me in!
5:45 PM
You know this would never have happened on my watch!
-Jay
7:45 PM
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