What Have We Here?

It's August and Athens is dead.  It's a ghost town.  It's got the population density that it had 10 years ago, or so I'm told.  It's actually not as empty as in previous years, because a lot of Athenians can't afford to take their August vacation to another country, but mostly everyone is at least getting to an island.

All our professional contacts can definitely afford to be elsewhere, though, and are.  So there's nothing doing at work.  Thus, today the couple other guys that are hanging around and I cleaned our office suite.  Bags and bags of trash and general crap.  Among the detritus we found:

- An old flagpole stand homemade from 2x4 boards<br>
- CDs by Cher, Hole, Al Green, and Duran Duran<br>
- Two boxes of mass building powder<br>
- 7 embassy phones that no longer work and were stuffed in a cabinet<br>
- 25-30 YA romance novels published in the 1980s (Sweet Valley High and cheap knockoffs)<br>
- An unopened bottle of ginger-flavoured currant wine (remains unopened)<br>
- Jimmy Hoffa<br>
- A sign reading "Beware of Leopard."

The guys also cleaned the fridge out, found and cleaned the microwave, and found and cleaned the coffeepot.  In this process they threw out my milk, which a) had my name on it and b) had been purchased yesterday, but I guess I can forgive them, as nuking the site from orbit was the only way to be sure.