... you start wondering if the office ficus has more nutritional value than the pen cap that's already in your mouth.
... you have to reassure yourself that no one ever died because they skipped their second mid-afternoon snack.
... you set up a meeting with Ruth from Marketing because she keeps Fun Size Milky Ways in her candy dish on her desk.
... you start praying that this will be the day McDonald's and Burger King hold a national french fry comparison poll and that they have your number on speed dial.
... "Afternoon Delight" sounds less like a song title and more like an invitation from the universe to help yourself to the bag of Harvest Cheddar SunChips that has been taunting you all the way from the vending machine in the break room.
... you start to wonder if the weird kid in your 5th grade class who used to sit in the corner and eat paper knew something you didn't.
... you find yourself mentally cursing Chuck from Accounting, because it's his birthday but that number-crunching punk decided not to bring in cake.
... the Girl Scouts have filed a restraining order against you during cookie selling season.
... you begin to realize just how misunderstood Cookie Monster really is.
... the hands on the clock start to look like they're giving you the finger.
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C is for Cookie, that's good enough for me.
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