Wednesday, August 3, 2011
Not long ago, a department head confided in a horrified tone that evidence of a mouse infestation had been spotted in the airwell of the skyscraper where we work. "It's because people eat at their desks," he sniffed. I feigned disapproval. But the truth is, I lunch at my desk every day, and I drop a lot of crumbs. And his revelation didn't faze me a bit. I'm secretly relieved there's any sign of life in this hideous old closed-up midtown monstrosity. I was afraid that breathing the air might be fatal.