June 8, 2010
When I worked in a Doylestown law office in the mid-'80s, there wasn't much to do for lunch other than drive to Boscov's to look at suburban duds that I tried to convince myself were worthy of the meager earnings I made or to walk to the one "cute" lunch place that heaped pita with more hummus than it had any business trying to contain. My coworkers ate not-so-tall sandwiches brought from home while playing solitaire around the rectangular table or watching "All My Children". No one spoke. I wonder, did each repeat a similar scene, hours later, at dinner?