Don is chowing down in a bar, and if Ken could only see him, he'd be perfectly justified in doing a Debbie-Reynolds-on-Will And Grace "I Told You So" dance. He notices a guy next to him reading a copy of Meditations In An Emergency, and asks if it's good. The guy pointedly tells Don he doesn't think he'd like it, and Don doesn't continue the inquiry, as being psychoanalyzed by some random person probably isn't going to do anything for his blood pressure.
Joan enters Roger's office, and they have a sharp exchange, the gist of which is that they're no longer seeing each other, and while Roger is being attentive to Mona and Joan has a new doctor boyfriend, neither of them is quite over each other. There's also the fact that Joan's rack looks even bigger than it did last season. Given the sheer magnitude of the boobs in question I felt they deserved their own sentence. Duck comes in to see Roger, and Joan takes off after some brief repartee, leaving Duck to tell Roger that he thinks the Martinsons Coffee account needs some young people on it, and he's not pleased that Don has Freddy on the job. Roger asks if Duck brought his beef up with Don, but Duck asks if Roger didn't describe himself as a bridge between accounts and Don. Roger: "Doesn't sound like me." Hee. I missed you, you arterially-challenged Silver Fox. Duck, however, keeps pushing young people, specifically young writer-artist teams, even in the face of Roger's heartily-inhaled cigarette smoke. I hope he's at least cut down on the dairy.
Don arrives at the office, and Lois reminds him about his twelve o'clock in the conference room. Don sighs and heads in that direction...
...and inside, the sandwiches are still untouched but the bar is almost depleted. Just another day ending in "y." After the boys briefly and drunkenly try to get Peggy to tell them how women think, Don enters and calls the meeting to order, and is not thrilled with the state of everyone. The "Mohawk Airlines" account comes up, and all Paul has to offer is a series of slogans that are racist even for 1962, causing Don to announce, "There has to be advertising for people who don't have a sense of humor." Don's going to love eHarmony when that washes down the pike. He dispenses some wisdom about how the campaign should emphasize adventure and short skirts, and leaves, showing that while two years may have passed, he can still get more done in five minutes that all the yokels under him can do in a day. (I'll cut Peggy a break -- it's hard to accomplish anything with the glass ceiling pressing down on you so hard you can barely inhale.) Once Don's gone, Paul, as is his wont, pissily asks what Don meant, and Ken replies that it means the ad should make you want to go somewhere, or go up a skirt. Peggy: "That's the impression I got." Hee.