There’s no milk in the office kitchen.
The tea drinkers are scratching at the walls.
Some have tried adding tip-ex to their brews.
Others are trying to milk each other.
A wiry woman boils the kettle, empties it and boils it again.
The salesman in the corner gnaws a teabag like a cowboy chews tobacco.
The drinker of black coffee strokes his beard, sips and smiles.
Like.