We're a little outnumbered.
(We also work for eight students
but that's another story.)
The boys,
as we call them,
have a magnetic dart board
set up in one of their offices.
It is not uncommon to hear
pop ... pop ... pop
as each dart is thrown
and lands on the board.
Not just once in a while.
No.
We're talking a lot.
At least once every half hour
one or more of them is throwing a trio of darts.
There's a serious competition going on, too.
I don't know what it is exactly,
I just know that there's a lot of cheering that goes on
then someone else will get called in to witness the score.
It's all very official.
They are, after all, lawyers.
There's even a line "drawn" on the carpet
in red electrical tape
which has been duly initialled by all participants.
Robi and I think we should start a pub night.
No cover for Ladies on Fridays.
I wonder if we can sneak in a pool table.
