I was walking down the hall on the periphery of our rat's maze of cubes when this guy rounds the corner on a path approaching mine.
As he nears, I notice he has something in his hand- a doughnut. He sees me see the doughnut and says "I lost the battle. I had to pick it up."
"Where, where did you get it?!"
"In the break room- there's one left."
And yes there was one left! A delicious looking cinnamon-ey, apple-ey thing.
As I picked it up, I wondered if it was the property of the coffee club. Sometimes they use the excess of the nickels and dimes they collect from the members each week to buy doughnuts, typically, though, on Friday mornings. I used to think they were for everybody until one day a long time ago a member of the coffee club politely cleared up my misunderstanding.
But, hey, come on- I say whoever bought it, if it's still there at 4:30 pm, it's fair game. Fair and very tasty game.
Posted by Roger at May 21, 2003 04:41 PM