I just returned to work from a wonderful chicken chimachanga lunch with my little sister.

Somebody left me a pickle.

There it was, a whole, unsliced pickle, toadbumps and all, on a sheet of Einstein Bros. Bagels paper. My cubicle wreaks of dill.

I don't like pickles. I guess you could say I'm not a pickle person.

I've been offering various office denizens the pickle. They keep giving me funny looks.
4:22 PM - Bottle Rocket Fire Alarm