Lunch with hobbits


The tables are long in our workplace restaurant and one day I sat on the other end at one of them. While I was eating, more people came and sat at my table. They looked a bit different than most other diners, which were professors and scientists from different departments at the university. Even though many of the researchers look and behave a bit eccentric, these were nevertheless different. Thick eye classes are quite common accessories at the university campus. Somehow these bunch of middle aged men and women made me think about hobbits. Some of them wore home knitted woolly, others seemed to have bought two numbers too big trousers and others seemed not to have given any thought at the colors of their clothes that morning. They were all very glad and discussed lively. It seemed that more than one of them had some type of speech problem, such as slight stammer and lisping. This didn’t obstruct them at all.

I could not help to hear what they said. Slowly I understood that they were not only work mates but also travelled together. They were eagerly discussing their travel plans, who could join to which city and who couldn’t. Which museums and art exhibitions they would visit. They were also recalling their past travels, what they had seen and who had been in the group. As I sat there and listened their very lively discussion, I couldn’t help to envy them a bit. They seemed to be so happy. At a work place!

When I returned to my office at the university economy department, I could help thinking the difference between my well-dressed, restrained and very well-paid colleagues and those I had seen at the restaurant. My colleagues are considered to be the elite of the society; successful and envied by many. We only saw each other at the work and we never discussed anything other than work with each other.

I thought that I had rather belonged to the group I met at the restaurant. They seemed to have such a good time also at the work and to be so much happier.

Did you already guess where these people worked? At the library, of course!


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