Back at work, after eating a less satisfying roast beef sandwich, I was complaining about it to my agile team. A variety of discussion ensured -- it ended with our deciding to all go out for sushi on Thursday.
Yesterday was Thursday, so all four of us piled into Powers's car and he careened out of the parking lot and swerved into traffic. We began to rethink our decision to let him drive. But it was too late; within seconds we had arrived, our nerves barely still intact.
The place was packed. Obviously everybody had been craving sushi on Monday, and had been forced to reschedule for Thursday! I even ran into thelifeofbrian in the parking lot.
Our original plan had been to eat in the restaurant and gossip about our coworkers. After some debate, we decided that we should just get some carry-out items and take them to a local park. It was a beautiful sunshiny day, after all. Another harrowing car ride, and we were there.
The park was indeed lovely, but we had neglected to notice how windy it was! We had chopsticks, napkins, trays of sushi, and little tin trays in which to mix our soy sauce and wasabi. It was completely impossible to keep all of that spread out neatly on the picnic table.
After some adventures chasing the little tin trays all over the park, we hit on the idea of using bags as wind-blocks, and our elbows as weights. It was a coordination challenge, but we were agile developers -- we were up to it. Plus, there was sushi at stake! It was actually a very entertaining meal.
Halfway through it, three of our coworkers walked by! It was such a nice day, they must have just decided to walk to the park from our office. "Hello!", we cried, waving napkins and chopsticks. We must have looked like quite a site, raw fish and wasabi spread out over the table, elbows akimbo holding everything down, chopsticks merrily waving in the breeze. I mean, who has sushi at a picnic, really?
They waved and walked on by, their faces unreadable. We had a good laugh about that after they were gone. It seems like they are always showing up, whenever we want to go somewhere private to
We joked that they'd just follow us anywhere. We'd decide to hold a meeting in my house, and suddenly they'd be pounding on the door. "What are you doing in there? Are you talking about us?!" Or we'd glance out my back window, and they'd just be strolling by, hands in their pockets. "Oh, we were just going for a walk, you see, here in your backyard...."
Eventually we'd all eaten our fill of fish and rice. Curly and I demonstrated a few cartwheels, because the warm grass was too inviting not to do something on it. Then we refastened our wind-blown hair, cleaned up our pile of soy sauce tins and sushi trays, suffered one more dangerous car ride, and we were back at the office.
Pretending to be professionals again.