There’s a strangely ornate warming dish in the break room. It’s been there since yesterday wtih nothing in it. It’s plain steel with fluted brass-colored columns supporting the main dish above the little brass-clad sterno tray. The plain steel top has a little brass rooster-comb of a handle in the middle that must get nice and toasty when the thing is up and running. Nobody seems to know why it was left there or what catering event it was used for.
I started another pot of coffee brewing. I don’t know that there was something wrong with the one that was there, but it’s my personal opinion that a pot of coffee shouldn’t have lather on the top. I don’t know if the pot was washed and then not rinsed, or if it was some new kind of self-foaming latte mix. Creamer or cleaner, that’s not an experiment that I’m willing to make.
Saw a little kid being carried on her dad’s back down the long hallway outside the office. That’s not too unusual, but when they went through the door at the end of the hall, the kid was able to reach up and grab at the big spring-loaded scissors-like door closer device. I cringed a bit, but she escaped with her fingers intact and with her folks blissfully unaware of how close they had come to tragedy. The best part was when she leaned forward to give her dad a big hug around his head and left a greasy black handprint on his forehead.