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of peanut butter and poor decision making
May. 16th, 2012 09:06 amMy office area is right next to a small kitchenette. I was putting peanut butter on a bagel left over from someone's meeting and started to lick the knife clean before putting it in the dishwasher.
Wait, Natasha's in here with me. Well, she's behind me, she can't see what I am doing. The heck with it.
Halfway down the blade, I look up, through the wraparound, floor to ceiling windows that separate the kitchen from the desks of myself and my colleagues, to see the rest of my team gathered around the one desk with a clear view of all the glass, staring at me in astonishment with their jaws on the table.
Wait, Natasha's in here with me. Well, she's behind me, she can't see what I am doing. The heck with it.
Halfway down the blade, I look up, through the wraparound, floor to ceiling windows that separate the kitchen from the desks of myself and my colleagues, to see the rest of my team gathered around the one desk with a clear view of all the glass, staring at me in astonishment with their jaws on the table.
