DDH 44: Wolf whistlers

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Lindt cake, one lightly dusted in such a chocolate state as to trigger choking, stood centrepiece as another person from the floor saw their way out of the building. Taking point and out from the drawer, a 9 inch stainless steel knife with a serrated edge. Thus far only used in taking apart pens and shaving ink off paper, its role in the cutting of the farewell cake remained lost in the conversation.

Centre to the bidding, the person on their last day recounted a few events concerning one of the construction sites on the way to the front doors of the building. Wolf whistlers apparently roaming with their hard helmets. Whistling to the women mostly.

Whistles that, for what it seems, don't happen often for those who end up with the stink and crazy eyes shooting from one of the foremen. Or those that hold the Stop/Slow signs in sheer disgust at the act of having to warn people about the exiting and entering trucks and vehicles almighty.

They walked off with the knife from the drawer. Possibly never to see the darkness of the steel knee high drawers again. Lest someone rescue it from the confines of the kitchen.

Soon Van - Saturday, 4 June 2005 - 12:02

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