Busy bees

Cooking was not done today at home. I’d gone out to the nearby fast-food corner to get Chicken fried rice and Chili chicken. As I stood waiting, the man at the counter had given orders to his men for the food and he was busy arranging the tiny butter-biscuits in a circular fashion inside the glass-jar. Well, everything is work, isn’t it? Arranging oranges, apples, grapes on the carts, dusting the window panes of the shops… I know I needn’t fear about the lack of jobs, if I’m fired (Or should I?)… Suddenly there was a noise behind me. The parcel had arrived and I pondered about the occurunces on my way back home.