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14 October 2005
{ Smuggling }
Back in the huge warehouse-like space where the presses are, there is a big cabinet and a fridge that are filled with all sorts of snacks and junk food and sodas and stuff, and it's much cheaper than any vending machine. Well, I was really hungry this morning, so I went down there to pick something out. Near the bottom of the cabinet I saw a few packages of those mini chocolate-dipped donuts (the kind we'd get after "scouting for food" with Brother Hollist). I felt so gross even considering it, and I looked around me to see if anyone had seen me eyeing them. Well, no one was around, so I snatched a packet, left my change, and made a break for my cubicle. I didn't make it very far before one of the press managers walked around the corner and, without even looking at my face, looked straight down at the packet of donuts in my hand. I could feel my face turning red, and I tried to tuck the packet part-way up my sleeve as I passed by all the staffers that were supervising the binding/trimming machines. It seemed like an eternity before I made it to the exit of the press area. On the home stretch, back in Designerland, I thought the worst was over. But then, without any warning, a lady suddenly appeared behind me in the hallway. She must have smelled the chocolate and jumped out to catch me in the act. I panicked, and when I looked back, I could see her squinty eyes glaring at my hand and the half-concealed packet. "Now I've got you, my pretty," I could hear her saying to me telepathically. I walked faster and faster down the hall, trying to resist the urge to look back again, until I finally arrived at my cubicle. I slithered into my chair and tucked the donuts behind my computer where no one could see them. My heart was still racing.Next time I'm just going to get a granola bar.
[ posted by Matthew Chrislip at 13:52 :
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2 Comments:
Our eyes can be voracious, but your style is even more intense. You should write books.
Pierre
there are many of us who agree that you should write books! thank goodness all of this can be retrieved when you finally start.
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