At work yesterday some girl came up and stood next to me, obviously needing to say something. I was on a call, but when I looked up at her she whispered, “When do you go on lunch?” And my imagination instantly provided the reason for her question — “Because I’ve been watching you and you look really interesting and I was wondering if you wanted to eat lunch with me.” What she actually wanted was to tell me something about people creating personalized logins for their computers.