Upset Mr. Nothing tried to remember the last time he had tied
the Windsor knot. The blue shirts hung neatly in the wardrobe,
waiting for the moment he would return to his previous routine.

He used to laugh at himself a lot, joking that old people always
tie the Windsor knot. Now he was just shaking his head irritably
at unconvincing glances of all those struggling to persuade him

that a regular nine-to-five was not just a sentiment of the past.
In the end, even an oldish office Casanova would eventually forget
the taste of a cup of mean coffee and the occasional five to seven.