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Friday, October 14, 2005

Break room

Each time I hurry by, barely glancing your way, you try to get my attention. But, I don't even notice.

You sit alone all day, just steps away from everyone in the world. Dejected and rejected, you suffer in silence. You keep your thoughts and feelings and ideas to yourself.

This afternoon, though, I am yours, dear break room. This afternoon, we will sing, and dance, and eat and drink, while I defrost the freezer. It will be high times for us, my old friend.

Posted by Marie at October 14, 2005 11:17 AM

Comments

For me, the Wiener Roast story-ette goes on one page. And this little vignette comes next.

Brautigan-esque, which I mean as praise.

Posted by: Dan at October 14, 2005 8:16 PM

WOW. Words like that will do more than defrost a freezer.

Posted by: Don Ray at October 17, 2005 7:57 PM