I work in a creative environment – my block full of artists and writers and game developers. I hear and see things that I want to post on a constant basis. I was trying to think of the most dull moment in my day, a moment where everything is relatively normal and mundane and then I hit upon it. Lunch.
Nothing exciting ever happens at lunch. Between 1 and 3, groups of people walk up to the terrace for a free buffet meal – contains a healthy Indian meal of salad, roti, sabzi, 3 types of curries, two types of rice, yoghurt and a dessert. On Wednesdays, we get served boiled eggs and on Fridays, there’s something non-vegetarian to feast on. We eat, we talk about commonplace things – tax, loans, mortgages, traffic, weather (you get the drift) and then go back to our work stations and get on the job to sounds of the gamers cursing each other during an intense Gamelympics battle.
I walked up to the terrace expecting the same today when I nearly got knocked down by a plate flooded with eggs. Boiled eggs and nothing else. I look up to see a new colleague smiling at me. He looked like he lived in the gym, if his upper body and skinny legs were anything to go by. Dazed and wondering what on earth you need that many eggs for, I walked into another group of people grumbling about how someone had apparently eaten up half the eggs (I work in an office of 100), leaving nothing for those who came up for lunch later.
After we finished eating, we headed to throw our tissues in the dustbin only to find it full of egg yellows. A few people gasped. “What happened?” asked a few others. Trying to contain lame egg puns, I quickly responded, “That’s all yolks!” and walked away.
Egg Puns 1 – Cupitonians – 0