It's been 45 minutes, and we still haven't discussed the thing. The thing we could've discussed last meeting, but didn't. And the thing we were all supposed to research over the weekend, but didn't.
Is it just us, or do these meetings never end?
We've got coffee, we've got donuts, and we've got the faint scent of desperation in the air.
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