found drama

At the office. Only the office is in a converted grocery store. Complete with conveyer belt check-out counters. The aisles have all been replaced with the rows of desks. But we’re packed in tight. Practically over capacity. No wait–definitely over capacity. I don’t have a desk to speak of; I’ve been relegated to one of the check-out counter-cum-desks that I happen to share with J.P. I come back from a meeting and go to sit down when J.P. absently and accidentally engages the conveyer belt… just as I set my laptop down. The laptop skids away from me on the belt and it’s quickly whisked along to the end. I grab it but the edges are all chewed up by the machinery. It is still a working laptop–but it’s not a pretty sight.

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