So he gets up late forgets to eat breakfast runs to work and by 10 he finds the weird noises that his stomach is well trained to make. Taking heed of the person sitting in the next cubicle and trying not to scare him from job our guy gets up and heads straight for the coffee room. Surprise of them all… looks like the vibes from the stomach went all the way up to god. There’s this huge box of dunkin donuts sitting near the microwave. But wait who is the other guy around there near the coffee machine? It could be his box … oh god please don’t let it be his box!!! YESSS!!! It’s not his; he gets along with his full cup of coffee. The quite observer leans forward like the spy in the pink panther he takes a look to his right an askance to the left. The bay is cleared, no person in sight, request permission to attack sir.
Quickly the abysmal pit that is also known as the stomach lets out the war cry. Both hands lunge towards the innocent box the lid flies up and the contents in the box stare at those hungry eyes. The eyes they still search. Felt like giving out a victory cry but could barely manage a whimper for the empty contents of the box.
Back to the coffee machine … the wait to 12 looks like a long one complemented with drumbeats of the African style coming right from the pit.
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