A 29-year-old guy (we'll call him "Mike") walks into an office building at 9:30 in the morning on a brilliant Spring morning in Lower Manhattan. He takes an unbearably slow elevator up eight flights of stairs and walks to a 4'x5' cubicle, where he must sit and, for the next three-and-a-half hours, stare at a computer screen and type a useless string of numbers and letters.
At 1:00pm, Mike walks outside and takes a delightful stroll into the West Village, where he eats a hearty lunch and admires the exhilaratingly perfect 70 degree, humidity-free, cloudless day. But, as soon as the lunch is finished, Mike must head directly back to his cubicle, where he must sit for another three-and-a-half hours before he can once again escape the stale, corporate fluorescence and breathe a breath of fresh air.
(Isn't that hilarious!!! Ha!!! Where'd I hear that one, you ask? Actually, I didn't 'hear it.' I'm LIVING IT!!! Isn't that hilarious!!!)