Step inside

I take a deep breath and walk through the doors, prepared for a wall-to-wall display of sensuous flesh. Instead, I see what could easily pass as the common room of any university. It is a lounge, littered with pizza boxes and a guy and a girl a little older than me. They are sitting on sofas, chatting and glancing at the television, which appears to be nothing more exciting than music videos.

The guy looks up and says, “Hey... you look like you are lost.”

He is very perceptive. I am lost, but it is embarassing to admit it, particularly when I am one of the people in charge. I consider telling them who I am, but then a thought occurs that it might be interesting to play “secret boss” and go incognito for a while and learn some things from that perspective.