Team meeting. It was time for Bev’s tight boss to buy the biscuits. Bet they’d be digestives. Not even the chocolate ones.
Elevenses
And on the eleventh minute of the eleventh hour of the eleventh day of the eleventh month of the eleventh year, Bev ate a biscuit. For elevenses.
Employee vend
Adrian stood at the glass fronted vending machine trying to understand what he was being told. He had inserted a limp bill and now had one dollar of credit. But on making his selection – a Twix – the vending robot displayed impolitely, “Use Exact Change” on its one line display, and the Refund button would not work. Adrian thought it very amusing that he was now forced by a machine into ‘up-sell’ and he had to select a pocket-packet of Basil’s Vanilla Sandwich Crème biscuits, for a full $1.
This moment of private hilarity was upstaged seconds later by the appearance of a blonde piece, stabbing buttons on the nearby coffee machine. Wearing cork wedge sandals.
Shortbread Fingers
Bev snuck open her desk draw carefully, revealing a packet of Walkers ‘Homebake Recipe’ Shortbread Fingers. There weren’t many left, a terrible tribute to Bev’s gluttony given she had only bought them yesterday and they had actually been meant as a ‘thank you’ gift for an American colleague.
She wanted desperately to avoid sharing them with her colleagues.
A loud cough and a practiced twist of her fingers managed to ply one of the buttery treats from its cardboard home. Hmmm… a nice treat for elevenses, thought Bev as she took her first bite. Pure but guilty bliss – this was going straight to her thighs. Taking a small sip of tea (no milk, she was watching her weight) she looked around at her colleagues. 4 people less than a metre from her. They had no idea. Ha ha ha haaaaa. It was these little pettinesses that made coming to work worthwhile.
