The meeting was in the conference room on the third floor. It had started at two. At three-thirty the director was still on the second-to-last slide. The slide had a pie chart that could have been one sentence in an email. The coffee cup had been empty for half an hour. He had counted the ceiling tiles. He had picked at the sticker on the edge of the table. He had mentally redecorated his kitchen. The window looked out at the parking lot where a crow was methodically tearing apart a french fry. He watched the crow. The crow was the best part of the afternoon.
