Desktop Tag Team

Both of her desktops were full. The oaken one in front of her and the one in her head snap flashing last night’s call from Toledo. Thus the unexpected arrival of flowers accompanied by a perplexed deliveryman with nowhere to set them down only highlighted her morning disorganization; pushing her ever so slightly toward the edge. “ Gee lady, you need to clean your desk up a bit. I will set these on the floor, sign here.” As she signed all she could hear was, “He passed away, we thought you should know.”  Flowers and Toledo in an ongoing tag team match for attention. The carnations were an innocent gesture arriving at the wrong time and their scented efforts to raise her mood and grab her attention were not working as planned. She was not worthy of smelling something so innocent. Innocence is not what it is cracked up to be. She was and still would be a victimless crime.  Then she caught site of the red and white easy button on her desk. Reaching out she pushed it;  “ That was easy, “ the button announced. Three more times in quick motion she again hit it and it responded likewise; “ that was easy!” Then without a thought she tossed it into the trash.  “ Now that was easy!” Suddenly realizing she had space on her desktop she leaned over and picked up the vase placing it in the now cleared spot on her desk. Leaning back in the chair she folded her arms behind her head and staring right at the flowers, issued them a stern verbal warning.” Not a word out of you or you gets what the button got. Got it?” The flowers sat there waiting for the call from Toledo to make the next move.

 

Breakfast Interogations

The toast, I learned had; r-u-n-n-o-f-t with the jelly in the wee hours of the morning, right before breakfast. At least that was the word around the counter top, as I walked in to the sudden; ”hush hush, here he comes,” upon arising this am. According to the salmon wrapped in paper who was more than willing to spill his guts, the two were joined in buttered bliss and then made their break just before dawn The ceremony was witnessed by two spoiled avocados and a can of cheese whiz and officiated over by a bag of mustard seeds germinating in the cold storage locker; better known as the box in the box. “We can’t take it anymore,” was their defying shout as they ran for their caloric lives in a scène right out of Mel Gibson’s, Apocalyptico! We will not die in vain at least not at dawn, served gently lain between and beside two nose runny wimpy eggs, too much of a coward to run for their own lives. Eggs that would rather roll over than, take it like a man. My interrogation of the rest of the chilled surrounds yielded little other information. The mayonnaise was rather bland about the whole thing, offering me a simple, “Who cares, like we needed them anyway! The ketchup in the back of the cabinet was a bit more upset, complaining, “How will we make a sandwich now?” In the hope of finding out more information, I held open refrigerator interrogations; a chilling experience but somebody had to do it. “You can only take so much the bananas replied, while the lunchmeat sat there not willing to say a word. Watch what you say the glass of OJ piped in.  “They will squeeze the life out of you.”