An odd thing happens at this company every year on the day of the “Best of Big D” party. Shortly after the lunch hour, the office becomes funeral-home quiet. Rough guess puts the percentage of female employees, companywide, at about 80 percent. They all apparently need no less than six hours to prepare for the evening — when, from my chair, they all look smashing every day, just the way they are.
(Can you tell I’m already in emcee mode?)