Top Management sidles up to me. She looks troubled—an expression markedly different from her usual cheerful demeanor.
"I...I need to ask you something," she says softly.
I am trepidatious. "...okay..."
Her brow furrows. "This is something I think I'm really supposed to have known a long time ago."
"All right." I brace myself.
She pauses, then mumbles, "Can you explain the Kardashians?"
(No. No, I can't. No one can.)