Ever busy, Cecilia was working in one of the medical bays, digging within a cabinet for a new box of disposal scalpels. They were running low in the surgery room and well, it always was smart to be prepared.
"All this nonsense." She was muttering to herself, shifting through various bags of cotton balls, mouthwash, and antiseptic spray. "You'd think he'd give as much thought to his supplies as he does his book shelf." With was followed by. "Unless he lets the assistants organized, in which case we have real problems." And finally. "What on earth?!"
With a look of absolutely perplexity, Cecilia withdrew the offending article. It was a box of twinkies. A box of twinkies that had been stashed in a medical supply cabinet. Rolling her eyes heavenward, the woman muttered a few choice phrases in Puerto Rican about the addictions of certain blue furry doctors.