Dropping down on kitchen counters across the entirety of the building main, a dozen six-packs of microwave ready soup. Each floor holding on to a dozen at the onset. Only two of the twelve marked by flavours different than the absurd stock of pumpkin bobbing inside the plastic metal containers.
"Free! Please Take One!" read each and all of the post-it notes. Movement was quick and well off the counter of the seventh floor within a minute of contemplation. Scoring an entire six-pack as one, taken to task several minutes too slow.
So began the running of the lifts. And indeed the registering of many security badge logs in the system.
Coasting and cloaking through various floors opening at the badge. Lift alarms beep as the accomplice held doors open with a foot. Payloads aplenty and still a disgusting lack of flavour variety. Bodies walking around with darting eyes taken away by an annual conference.
Chicken and corn, all gone.
Nothing but pumpkin.
Everywhere.
In the end, eight six-packs, split between two. Moderation and defeat hauling back the score.
Saturday, 25 June 2005
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