Fairly simple concept.
Work is boring. Fucking isn’t. I’ll keep expanding on this because it’s a rabbit hole of a tale, but for now I’ll just leave this here…
Anyone left in the office past 5 is typically a mindless drone, and if they aren’t or it’s before quitting time, there’s always a good racy text or MMS to fire a neuron or 7. So many options. Cars in park, or cars at the park. Office building stairwells never have cameras. Parking decks only have cameras in the stairwells or near them. Guards are doing it too, or mostly they enjoy the show more than the shits they’re supposed to give. Service elevators have cameras, but their lobbies don’t. Elevators are a great grind, too quick, but they’ll really set the stage for a coffee break later in the day, crawling under desks. Stockrooms are small, and a fantastic alternative to trying to hide a credit card charge on a hotel room. If you need to hide that sort of thing. Coffee really grew on me. I love coffee now. I didn’t always.
But it happened.
Well…Anyways…
…I fucking love coffee now.
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