There was one chair left in the room. A few tables free. Seemed as though people had decided to make the place their office for the afternoon. Laptops up, cell phones thumbed, paperwork everywhere. So what was this a job fair? The atmosphere resembled a stock exchange without the shouting. I took the lone seat, selected a table, and watched the proceedings. Soon I realized that the people were part of a training group from the bank across the street. New employees for branches around the city. At 2:55 pm, they left together, and the silence they left felt like a cold breeze. I really wanted to hear more.
Plywood Chair designed by Ray and Charles Eames (1948)