It took the three of us forever to arrange a good time to meet for lunch, and even longer before we had the meeting itself. After we’d all finally got to the right restaurant and through the line and finally had our respective lunches in front of us, we sat making small talk while a benign embarrassment bloomed in the middle of our table like a giant marshmallow.
Susan was the only one brave enough to speak up. “Does anyone remember why we planned this meeting?”
No. None of us did. Nor did any of us, really, have either the time or the energy to be having superfluous meetings. But here we were, so we made some more small talk, finished our sandwiches and salads, glanced politely at our watches, and then headed back to our offices .
It was tempting to let that marshmallow billow and brew into something bigger and badder in my stew-pot of a little “new girl” brain, but I did not. Because, here’s the thing: no one got in an argument. No one bored anyone else with long presentations. No one had a Crisis that needed to be solved. And all of us had or will attend many, many other worthless meetings in our lives.
This one, at least, came with friendly faces, plus also hummus.