Attuned to the police scanner goings-on all day (and intensely nosy by nature) no sound goes unheard. I had no choice but to finish chewing, each bite reverberating through the quiet tap-tap-tapping in the vault-like space. “This is one crunchy-ass carrot,” I said awkwardly, without thinking – and to no one in particular. And then I felt guilty. The whole office knows I’m a Christian, and Christians don’t curse, right? Real Christians don’t.