My firm had fired and hired an entire department’s worth of people in one of the areas to which I don’t pay attention. Any large turnover brings a change to the tenor of the building and the make-up of the fridge. There’s more Eastern music emanating from cubes and there is much less yogurt in the fridge to the point where one can again make out the bottom shelf. This last bit led to either a revelation or coincidence that one of my coworkers has a Batman lunch box.
This single accessory makes its owner more interesting than most people in my building combined. I must find him or her and see which category this person falls into: new friend, or the greatest of let-downs, a hipster.