"Eating Waffles"

I work in an office.

The graveyard shift cleaner is named Lefty. He leaves me cryptic notes on my keyboard.

I write back equally cryptic replies.

We’ve been exchanging notes like this for years now. I can’t remember how it started.

Today somehow feels different. Walking to work, I asked myself:

“What can I get away with today?”

It seems like a question I should ask myself more often.

On my desk, I found this note from Lefty:

“The sky was meant to help others fly after eating waffles in the lunchroom.”

I read the note several times. I memorized it.

I’m telling you this, because I’m going to go away.

If you’re looking for me, check “the lunchroom”. I might be in there “eating waffles”.

If I’m not there, look up in the sky.