Just observed from a safe distance. Two loud women fight over a packet of fun flips, the all time snack. They do this above the head of a harassed designer who will definitely be staying later than he thought he would today. Meanwhile, The English speaking dood (Wtf happened to good ol’ dude?) from the pantry enters carrying a jug of lemonade and six to seven life forms swoop upon him. When life gives you lemonade, jump on the lemonade carrier and blow his rational self control to bits. Another psycho is walking around the big room masquerading as the workplace taking orders for corn on stick (Bhutta) as a girl with the laugh of the devil himself is wondering at the top of her voice how many of her esteemed colleagues are in want of Samosas.
I have a cherry eating non verbal argument with the designer woman who has top notch wrestler potential. I lose as she spits out more of the cherry that cannot be eaten than I do.
Ladies and gentleman, when the clock shows five, it strikes hungry at Webchutney.
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