+Story+ Fancy for some Food? It was a dark, stormy night, and I was stuck with a bucket of chicken bones from KFC and no umbrella on hand. I should have brought it from my apartment when I left for the mandatory meeting, but I was late already. Silly commercials, drawing people in with colorful pictures and lies. Anyways, stuck with chicken bones and no umbrella. None of my colleagues had a spare unfortunately, or maybe they did. I'm not exactly the most popular person on the floor, or even the entire building. They think i'm stuck up for not saying anything and keeping to myself. There's a lot more to the way I act, but no one really cares to know so it doesn't mat