As the sun rose over the conference table, the participants waited with bated breath for the meeting to begin. But alas, the coffee was late, the chairs were uncomfortable, and the air conditioning was on the fritz.
Little did they know, their destiny was not to be decided that day. Instead, they were doomed to wander the halls, searching for the elusive meeting room.
It is said that on that fateful day, the meeting was not just a meeting, but a metaphor for the futility of human endeavor.
Or was it?