Running out...

We were having lunch at this restaurant. A colleague just got promoted, and was treating us a kinda 'promotion' + 'farewell' lunch. Not his farewell, but the entire department is moving out. Much to say, everyone was crappy as usual, some more reserved than others. Halfway through my third bowl, I couldn't help but think that we were somehow recycling banter, not like 'recycling' type of jokes, but really just reusing humor. Perhaps everyone is tired and no one really wants to think much at this time. It was good though, when one bro said he went to this restaurant and was asked to eat one dumpling for each year of his age, and I told le boss I was going to bring him to that restaurant. Ah well, it was a good lunch.