Scene: Office Kitchen, 9:30 a.m.
Him: How was your weekend?
Me: (not in the mood to talk) Boring. Very boring. I didn't do anything. (slowly heads for exit)
Him: Oh, well, you would not believe, me and my wife both get stomach virus...
Me: (recoiling in horror) Oh my God. That's terrible! (exits, bolts for desk, now referred to as "base")
Is it too early to get a flu shot?