When the directors came out of their meeting, I hit the boss key to replace my game with a fake spreadsheet screen.

The reps sat in the only beam of midwinter afternoon sunlight, and they guzzled paté, crackers, gobsful of spring onions, lettuce done in varnish, they farted and burped and read business contracts to one another,[…].

As expected, she's sitting in the stand, holding a hot dog in one hand and balancing a coldie and a cigarette in the other.

The train had a searchlight mounted on a pintle on a flat car.