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Awkward Coworker: I have a question for you.
Sam: Shoot.
Awkward Coworker: What...is...

Now, most of the actual business-of-work that he and I talk about centers around either the database we use or Things I Know About The Building That He Doesn't. So I was in no way expecting:

Awkward Coworker: ...the deal with quinoa?

Bless his heart. That's the first time I've laughed in days.

(For the record, he discovered you can't use quinoa in place of couscous, and I informed him that quinoa is not actually edible, it's a trick.)

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The universe must be telling me to buck up.

I was walking to Trader Joe's after work to pick up some dinnerfoods, when I was flashmobbed in the middle of a Michigan Avenue crosswalk by a dozen guys on bikes, dressed like Mike from Suits, down to the hipster bike helmets.

They were riding along handing out ads for Suits in the form of "The Mr. Porter Post", a fakey newspaper that seems to be the lovechild of a fashion retailer (mrporter.com) and the Suits marketing department. It's full of hot suits, flashy cars, and Gabriel Macht's face on like every other page.

It was just about the best thing a television ad has ever done to me. Holy shit, Mikes on Bikes.

Suits does come back on tonight; my family is super-excited, even though none of us will be able to watch it until tomorrow, as we are all pirates.