Calvin is like that last donut in the break room. You walk by it, every now and then and wonder why no one has taken it. I mean, it’s a donut. Maybe powdered sugar cake donut in that it’s kinda bland and a little too white. You watch others do walk- bys and figure someone will take it, but no one does. Before lunch it might be that people are just being polite and not wanting to take the last donut, they’ve already had one. But after lunch it’s just kinda sad.
And the donut box has been moved to closer to the coffee machine, a subtle marketing tactic, a gesture that’s encouraging, yeah these go together in your belly, they’ll keep each other company! Maybe there’s a dent in the powdered sugar at this point, this staling white donut alone in a big white box.
Then around 3:30 it’s just gone. But you look in the trash and it’s not there. So someone ate it, they didn’t throw it out. And you’re thinking, huh, I guess someone ate it. I wonder if they regret it. And then you go on with your day. 🍩