Flashes of Panic

I’m always impressed at this office’s skill in splitting up baked goods. Doughnuts, cookies, you name it, if there’s a plate near the coffee pot, one or more of them will have been somehow partitioned.

Granted, the occasional cake, or today’s large cinnamon rolls, probably require this. But I think the height was reached the time I saw a single muffin on the counter which had been neatly sectioned into eight slices. Three of them were missing.

Now playing: All One To Me from Tomorrow by James