Sales reps from across the country ask me questions whenever they can't be bothered to look something up. And we have a great many sales reps, and they aren't all that good with e-mail.
We never bothered putting in a sofa because nobody's home long enough to sit down.
And my hot water heater just exploded.
I need a meal that says, explicitly, "Go ahead, interrupt my lunch. I can eat this, talk to you, proof a memorandum and send this library pack to the president's meeting in Ontario. Tomorrow. You're more important than my health."
Pop-tarts. Part of this complete life-style.