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The Warehouse Wanderers and the Mystery Thingamajig

The Warehouse Wanderers and the Mystery Thingamajig

It was one of those days in the office—the kind where the fluorescent lights felt too bright, the coffee tasted like regret, and the idea of sitting at a desk felt downright criminal. So, as usual, we did what any self-respecting team of professional oddity hunters would do: we took to the warehouse.

Up and down the aisles we went, dodging precariously stacked boxes, skimming past shelves filled with gizmos and doodads, and occasionally getting distracted by something shiny. Then—bam.

Perched atop a couple of racks, lurking in the dusty recesses of the warehouse like some forgotten treasure, it sat. We don’t know how long it had been there. We don’t know who put it there. Frankly, we don’t even know what it is. But it had an aura—an undeniable presence that demanded attention.

We tried to move it. We failed. We tried to identify it. We scratched our heads. So, in true Surplus fashion, we did the only reasonable thing: we took a picture. And now, dear readers, we turn to you.

What do you think it is? Because we’re still standing here, staring at it, waiting for an epiphany.

25th Feb 2025

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