Revolving Doors and See-saws

They say what goes around comes around. It was a busy office block, one with a glass window exterior. So you could see exactly what was going on inside, except for rooms where the blinds were shut. And even then you could see featureless shadows maneuvering about. It was one of those moments when it was hard to do anything else but watch and wonder why? I couldn't help but notice the size of a woman's calf muscles (they were huge) as she walked backwards and forwards, carrying different papers with her.

Every so often she stopped and talked to a man. They laughed, exchanged papers and then returned to their respective offices, which were located directly above/below one another. After a while I noticed a pattern forming. As the day progressed they both, independently of each other, got up and made their way to the other one's office. She took the stairs, he took the lift. She took the escalators, he took the stairs. This went on and on. But the longer they did it, the less their paths crossed. Until the very end of the day when they both left the building via the revolving door. For a short time their energies were channelled in the same direction, before peeling off and losing themselves in the crowd.

It struck me that it was rather like child's play in an adult world. Except on a see-saw you're working in tandom.