Every office has a “free table.”
You know … that place where people dump stuff from their house that they don’t want.
Sometimes, bizarre trinkets show up.
Coupons for random fast food restaurants.
Romance novels with extremely awkward covers.
And, today, our “free table” was the Island of Misfit Toys — literally.
A strange flock of creepy dolls with beady eyes stared back at my coworker Sean as he stopped in the break room for some soda.
“Who wants this stuff?” I always ask myself, usually on the way to the break room for some coffee.
But, somehow, without fail, the “free table” always ends up empty.
Every weird, random object finds a home.
What is it about free stuff?
Does your office have a free table?