Bin and Gone
Mary has descended. She is doing an audit on the office. There’re new regulations that she wants to impose and no doubt she’ll want to commit further crimes against the English language.
“What on earth is that doing in the middle of an office?” She pointed to a ‘Hygiene Bin for Sanitary Products’ that the Quandix team were selling to pubs and clubs up and down the country.
I explained to Mary, “It helps them focus apparently. We have a gnome as our mascot.”
I held up the gnome with blue-tac where its eyes once where.
She wasn’t looking. She wouldn’t take her eyes off the bin.
Perhaps I should hide the files in it?