Category: But is it art?

It was 6/6/06 and Betty had decided to celebrate the portentous date with her sinfully good butternut brownies.

Everyone would love them. Just last week, there was practically a riot when she brought her insanely delicious zucchini cake.

Bob, the loud-talking, halitosis sufferer, had barely been able to keep his nicotine-stained fingers off them. “Somebody should really tell Bob about that breath problem,” Betty thought as she walked into the Super-Happy Gigantic Office Complex.

Birds were singing, and a clear blue sky belied the devilish nature of the day’s date. She had her annual performance review scheduled for later in the morning, but she wasn’t worried about that either.

She walked through the doors to the cubicle farm — about twenty minutes late, but no later than usual for her — and announced: “I have bakies!”

A collective groan emanated from the veal-fattening pens. Her co-workers were such kidders!

“I’m putting them in the break room!” she threatened.

Nobody moved, and Betty said, with more of an edge than she intended: “They’re sinfully good butternut brownies, and I spent several hours making enough for everyone.”

Pallid office-workers prairie-dogged over the tops of their cubicles, and looked at one another. An unspoken agreement. They trooped off to the break room, where Betty was already slicing up the brownies.

“They’re sinful,” she said. “Sinful, get it? It’s 666 today!” She giggled insanely.

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