When the sandwich girl is promoted to head chef (the last one quit), you know the food’s bad.
I keep a snack draw stocked with baked chips, granola bars, oatmeal— I try to eat healthy. Once, I finished a one-pound bag of pretzel sticks in a week. I know it’s the night crew’s doing.
They should do everyone in the office a favor and clean out that kitchen. Bury the mushy black-eyed peas, burnt chili, soft bow-tie pasta she illogically puts in the watered-down chicken noodle soup in the community garden under the moonlight. We’re sick of eating leftovers.
word count: 99
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly challenge where you must write a story in 100 words or less using the provided photo prompt as inspiration. Click the froggy icon to ready other stories and add your own.