In the lemon-lime light

It was one thirty and I was starving. Back-to-back client meetings really take it out of you.

I headed up to the executive conference rooms on the seventh floor, well-known for their leftover sandwiches. The trick is to strike in the brief window after the big brass depart from their fancy lunch meetings, but before Corporate Food Service picks up.

I hit the motherload in Boardroom 7022. A banquet of tasty fare stretched out on a buffet table before me. It was Shangri-La and I attacked. In record time, I had a brimming plate of delicious lunch and I ate it faster than you can set your hair on fire.

As I licked the crumbs from my plate and sighed, I happened to glance up. Hmmm. A TV. And, that's odd. I see a cutaway view of myself in the lower corner.

Slowly, my gaze lifted to the main screen. A whole roomful of guys in suits screamed "Hi!" simultaneously and burst out laughing.

I was not laughing. I was bright red. I packed up my stuff and ran.