Sometimes, at my office, someone decides to make popcorn. I never hear them eating it. But, on the other side of the office, the smell encroaches, stirring th

Sometimes, at my office, someone decides to make popcorn. I never hear them eating it. But, on the other side of the office, the smell encroaches, stirring the taste buds with delicious promises. And then I look up, curious. And then I realize what happened. And then my stomach goes, "Oooh, that's a good idea." And then it's too late.