a journal of the random items that appear on the up-for-grabs table of my office's break room. it may not seem exciting, and, well, that's because its not. yet, that doesn't stop people from dropping by to my cube to tip me on the generous offering of Reader's Digest and abandoned assortment of fuzzy re-wrapped peppermints. yes, sometimes these items can be scary, but i believe this phenomenon deserves a home.
I was hoping for leftover tacos, but only bean, salsa, and sour cream remained.
setting up for the “Employee Appreciation Day Mexican Fiesta Buffet”
nobody wants the green beans you couldn’t finish
now that pile looks ambitious….
jelly beans
broken shadows of their former donut majesty
thanks, but I’m good.
possibly worn
and suddenly the day got a lot better
a pint of pickled peppers
