I frequently have lunch with one peep or another on those days I work in the office. Last week, I went to an Italian place with just one dining companion. We both bemoaned that it couldn't be $5 Martini Monday at noon on a Thursday. It just seemed plain wrong.
We also discussed work and work strategies. Well, it was more tactics, but people confuse strategies and tactics to the point of making the distinction meaningless, and there's no need to belabor that here.
After lunch, she suggested we stop by Dairy Queen for ice cream, and there, she bought me a cone of vanilla. The ultra-white soft-serve vanilla that only DQ seems to sell.
I think she saved my life, and that surely deserves a card.