(8:5x a.m., an office on the someteenth floor of the twenty-somethingth tallest building in San Francisco)
"How was your weekend? Did you do anything exciting? Maybe you went to a movie, or to the beach—"
"Or embarked on some heroic endeavor of engineering, the likes of which threaten to upend our understanding of the nature of computation itself?"
"No, nothing like that," (sighing, resignedly) "how was your weekend?"
(pretending to inspect his or her fingernails) "My weekend? Oh, nothing special—hung out, did some grocery shopping—"
"—wrote a compiler—"