Purple shortly appeared and took the fourth chair at the table; he'd seen no one earlier, so he'd headed back to his desk. I made introductions, and added to Purple that these ladies were two of three of my lunch companions the previous day. Purple cracked a bee joke.
"You told him?!?!"
"He's the friend who I accidentally blew the wasp at."
That broke the ice, and shortly the table was an outpost of vaguely terrible hilarity. Presently Purple said something, so I made the beckon-and-punch gesture at him. Our tablemates spotted it and identified it as some sort of special sign language. "It means, 'come over here so I can hit you,'" I translated.
Apparently I am usually so very supernaturally nice to teammates that it's got to balance out somehow. And I'm not sure how this feeds in to the idea that I teleport everywhere. Purple was charmed by the fact that someone else whipped out a pocket knife and casually sliced up some fruit, as he often gets weird looks for doing the same.
I got into a general data-entry-and-productivity groove late in the evening. The guy emptying wastebaskets came around. I waved to him. The fellow I think of as the ginger security guard came by. "Hey Beautiful," he hailed me, and we made small talk about my cube's refrigerator. His phone whistled at him, and he headed back on his rounds.
( Anatomy of a panic attack, discussion of street harassment, discussion of Bad Social Dynamics, and Shawn. )
Various other bits of conversation occurred, and then I got an earworm. I just busted up giggling, and had to do some pretty fancy shenanigans in order to actually explain the earworm when gasping "Cyril Connelly!" and then giggling some more did not make everything clear. There are not all that many songs out there which involve actual bees in figurative birds-and-bees situations which I am aware of. In fact, "Eric the Half a Bee" is the only one where I am aware of the line "I love him carnally" existing in a bee-related context. Oh, Monty Python. Beauty is indeed in the eye of the bee-holder.