The Meeting

There were a bunch of us at the meeting the other day, about fifteen or so, and it was a two hour meeting including a nice lunch. As usual, in my meetings, I was the only guy which is not a bad thing; it’s just become the usual. It has made me look at meetings in a different light, as we get to the same conclusions that we would in any other meeting, it’s often that the road to the conclusion is often more circuitous.


We were beginning an interesting part of the discussion when people started to get lunch. It was just after 11:00 a.m. and I couldn’t eat that early. I am just a creature of the clock usually, and needed it to be noon. There were no hot foods involved, it was sandwiches, fruits, salads and desserts. We had just started and the conversation was good when it broke off into why I couldn’t eat until noon. It was no big deal, and in a meeting of all men this would never have even been noticed rather than take us in a new and unproductive direction. However, the highlight for me was the conversation breaker, a spider appeared.

A woman screamed, jumped up and took off her shoe. She put her shoe in her hand and beat the spider vigorously while someone else was screaming at her to let the spider go and did we ever look into the cute face of a spider and we could catch and release.

The meeting was good, everyone seemed to be happy with the results, and I was left feeling there must be a simpler way to do this. Maybe they need a meeting with no men involved, because probably no one else is at home is writing about the experience.