Turtle is disgusting

We have a co-worker we often refer to as Turtle. The name is a little hard to explain. What you need to know is that anytime there is food, Turtle is the first one to take some. And the first to come back for more. If there are cookies, Turtle will start with three and come back repeatedly. We were given muffins once. Big, bakery muffins. Turtle ate 6.

Lately, Turtle has taken to rummaging for food in the staff room. If it is anywhere other than you locker, Turtle thinks it is fair game. Today, walking into the staff room, we found Turtle hurriedly slamming the lid back on a tin. A tin that was labeled for a program. While scampering away, Turtle paused and picked up something off the floor. "Ooops," said Turtle, "run away chocolate chip."

And then she ate it.

Off the floor.

Which gets properly cleaned once a year.

And always smells of a peculiar combination of chemicals and filthy feet. And occasionally of dead mice.

ATE IT OFF THAT FLOOR.

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