The Empty Nest
My nest is empty, so I talk to myself.
Wednesday, October 13, 2010
Today I walked down to the small communal kitchen in my office building and found a paper bag that said on the outside: Help Yourself. Inside were a handful of small, dry onions.
Usually it is day-old bread or garbage bags full of old donuts or expired Easter cookies. But not today--today it was onions. So, yes, I took one. One never knows when one might need a boiler onion.
This is going into the book I'm going to write someday called Only At My Place of Work.
only at my place of work
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