Leaning Over A Cubicle Wall, Staring At The Back Of A Laptop

Me (walking around aimlessly, clearing my head, stretching my legs): Hello.

Fancy Joint (looking up at me, her nose swollen, fingers clacking away busily on the keyboard): Hi (to be pronounced with two fingers clutching one’s node…er…nose).

Me: What’s up?

Fancy Joint (sniffing wetly, concentrating hard on her work, trying to ignore this irritating person): Dnothig much.

Me (guessing): What are you playing?

Fancy Joint (slightly indignantly): I’b dnot playig.

Me (guessing correctly): Ah. Then what are you chatting about?

Fancy Joint (caught out, but not caring because I’m not gonna be appraising her): A play I’b goig too.

Yes, advertising is all about good impressions.