celebration
A warm, sweet, rank stench putrefies the air in the corridor outside my office. This in conjunction with the present time (12:10 p.m.) leads the rational observer to only one conclusion: one or both of the tax guys are celebrating some triumph of their trade with a takeaway from McDonald’s. I turn off my desk fan and listen to the sounds they make while they eat: a slapping sound like wavelets on a sea wall, the furtive rustling of paper bags, the slurping of soda through straws, and very faint, a mucilaginous glooping noise which can only be the sound of contented mastication.
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oh but you make it all sound so foul
Posted on 26-Oct-05 at 5:26 pm | PermalinkNot all of it I hope, but this episode, definitely.
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Posted on 27-Oct-05 at 1:02 am | PermalinkSweetie(s) given
I advise sneaking away 12:00-13:00 with a racy novel hidden carefull inside a “10 ways to get ahead in business” guide.
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Posted on 27-Oct-05 at 3:04 am | PermalinkSweetie(s) given
Thanks for the advice, office baby; it won’t go unheeded.
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Posted on 28-Oct-05 at 1:03 am | PermalinkSweetie(s) given