"We have to be really careful about

  sharing words," was said amongst work groups.  "What did you say?" A writer/editor type asked as a wrecking ball thwacked the building upstairs.  Someone rolled up the blueprints. 

  "Why?" 

  "Because we're in multi-disciplinary, multi-cultural groups today." 

  "Why's that matter?" 

  "Timing, processes." 

  "Union fighting." 

  "Strike that please." 

  "Why?" 

  "Not allowed to say fighting." 

  "Like not allowed to say God in certain places?!" 

  "Uh huh.  Move your feet, lose your seat." 

  "Lose your seat, it's the freezer or the abyss." 

  Dust clouding the street air, coating thrift store outfits and hardhats.