Capsule Toys

Welcome to the 6^th floor.

Today's contributors are: Ann, Sara, Billy and Scott.

Subject: Panda Gelato

“So you know how when you find out about something or learn something new, you tend to see it everywhere?”

“Like when you happen to notice how yummy a chocolate advertisement looks, and then you seem to see that advertisement wherever you look?”

“Or when you see a hot girl on the way to work, and then you see her at the supermarket, at the movies, etc..”

“Sure. So I was reading Panda Blog and saw a picture of a capsule toy vending machine. Which looked way better than the crappy supermarket vending machines around here. I'd never heard of them, and they looked interesting.”

Sara trails off, distracted by a commercial on the television for Hancock.

“I want to see that.”

“Hancock? Yeah, looks good. You know you were in the middle of a story or something right?”

“Oh! Right. So I took the PATH train to Pavonia-Newport to look for food during lunch. I found this Japanese tea shop slash Gelateria.”

“Oh! Gelato!”

“Well yeah...The Gelato was good. They also had all sorts of teas and pancakes and stuff. Looked good, I'm sure I'll head back. That's not the point though.”

“I found one of those capsule machines Panda was talking about!”

“Did you get a capsule toy?”

“No..I didn't have four quarters. I figure I'll be back. They had Winnie the Pooh characters dressed up as animals.”

Billy walks over and silently hands Sara a handful of quarters.

“Get me one too.”

“Sure thing.

Sara's New Job

Welcome to the 6^th floor.

Today's contributors are: Ann, Sara, Frank and Scott.

Subject: Sara's New Job

Sara strolls in around seven o'clock and plops on the couch, gesturing to Frank and then to the fridge.

“So how was your first day of work Sara?”

Frank grabs two beers from the fridge, opens them and hands one to Sara.

“Could've gone better.” Sara says, after a long pull from the beer bottle.

“The people nice?”

“Too early to tell. They seem nice enough. Jersey City is a freaking dump though.”

“Didn't we tell you that Jersey sucked?”

“North Jersey is nice. I don't think I've been to Jersey City though. Not nice huh?”

“Nope. Path train isn't too bad though. The seats are more uncomfortable, but there are much less people on it than the subway.”

“Reverse commute I guess. That's nice at least.”

“They had trouble setting up some of my accounts, so I wasn't even able to do much. A lot of reading.”

“Weren't prepared for you? But you accepted like three weeks ago!”

“I know. Hopefully not a sign of things to come.”

“It'll probably get better when you settle in.”

“Speaking of settling in, they don't have a space for me yet. My desk is literally in the kitchen, with four other people.”

“In the kitchen? That's classic. I always knew a woman's place was in the kitchen..”

“At least you're not far from your precious coffee beans.”

“I wish I was farther! You know how hard it is to take a break to get coffee when the machine's practically on your desk?!”

“Oooh..that sucks. And you don't smoke, so you can't even take a smoke break.”

“Take your coffee breaks by leaving and getting Starbucks.”

“Actually, there is no Starbucks in Journal Square. There is a Dunkin' Donuts, but no Starbucks. It's a horrible place.”

“Who knows, maybe you'll find something better elsewhere. At least you have insurance right?”

“Yeah, I will in two months. And I actually get transportation reimbursement which is cool.”

“That is pretty nifty. Another beer?”

“Definitely. Bring one for Scott too, I saw him eying mine when he walked in.”

“I just love your bottles.”

“That doesn't even make any sense.”

“You might as well have one too Ann.” Frank says, passing out beer.

“Terrific. Tuesday night, Friday night. It's always time for beer right?”

“It's always happy hour somewhere in the world. Cheers!” Scott raises his beer bottle, and the others clink theirs to his.