I'm out here on the front desk with a colleague who likes to take 12 to 15 cigarette breaks a day. But don't worry, these breaks only go on for 20 to 30 minutes each and we like him, so it's okay, sort of. For the expediency of this account we'll just call this co-worker "Dan", because, well, maybe that's his name.
I said I was out here at the front desk with Dan, but of course he was on a cigarette break so a colleague of ours came out as his proxy.
"I'm Dan for the next 15 minutes." She said, respectfully pretending it would only be 15 minutes.
"If you're going to be Dan," I commented "You're probably due for a cigarette break."
And then a vision came to me. As she left for a cigarette break a new proxy for Dan would come out, and so on, and so on, and so on, until every last library worker was out in the parking lot, smoking cigarettes and looking for owls in the trees back there.
We don't get many owls back there, but the journey is more important than the destination.