*They told me this was a social experiment.*
The woman led him down a wide hall lined with offices on both sides, all with doors closed tight. One or two here and there had the blinds open so that he could see inside, see the person or people inside as they worked. The offices were immaculate, the people busy. Like they had nothing else in the world to live for besides their jobs.
He looked down at his tie, dark purple with faint gold geometric patterns, against his beige, pin-striped shirt. Shit, how long had his tie been crooked? He shifted the bulky employee’s manual to his left hand and did his best to make the damn thing look right. He had never learned how to tie a tie. He wasn’t the tie-wearing type in the first place. And his dark-gray slacks were reaching into places they shouldn’t and pinching his balls.
Give him a good, worn pair of jeans and a loose-fitting t-shirt any day!