One moment the scene is calm. There are remains all over the place. A few choice bits, but not enough for everyone. So that means the quick get a bite while the slow must fend for themselves. Once the scent is picked up there is a flurry of activity. Jockeying for position the predators push and shove there way to the meal. They don't have much time, a chance like this doesn't happen everyday. Not in this barren wasteland. They maintain social order as they mangle the leftovers.
Within minutes there is nothing left. A few stragglers, who gained knowledge of the feast seconds too late, amble by trying to pretend that they didn't show up for the food. They're just on their way to the copier.
these are not vultures. these are desperate office people trying to get a bit of free leftover food from a meeting. i was one of them, i took two plates. it was worth it.
it's sad when that is the most exciting part of your day. free cold leftovers.
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