Someone in my office threw me the Vulcan Salute this afternoon as we passed in the hall.
My immediate instinct was to reciprocate. But my hands were full.
Then I got to thinking about it. This is someone who works many floors above me who I interact with perhaps twice every three months. This person is - well, pleasant isn't the word, because that brings forth general impressions of optimism and happiness. No, he's not so much pleasant as friendly. But in a dark way. Dark friendly. I can totally get behind having casual, 8-times-a-year dark friendly encounters with this colleague.
But if I tossed him a Vulcan Salute, dude. We'd be workplace BFFs, by default. We'd have to start lunching together. Or whatever the self-perpetuated-outcast-by-society trekkie emo equivalent of lunching is. I'm not sure I'm up for that kind of commitment. I like where we're going with our dark friendly working relationship.
Back at my desk, I realize I'm overly concerned about this. Maybe I really do need a new workplace BFF who understands the call of scifi.
Or, perhaps I just need to stop wearing low-cut tops to the office.