Two coworkers were chatting about their motorcycles, and after some time one of them turned the conversation towards me.
"We should get Zeri to join our bike gang," he said.
"Unlikely," I muttered, looking over.
"Think about it," he said. "If you had a bike, you wouldn't have to talk with anyone."
While the other coworker contradicted him, saying that his own helmet has a microphone inside, I pondered; eventually, I said, "That is an interesting selling point."
And then I made a mental note to join conversations at work a little more frequently, if only to avoid ones like this.