"Holy crap, Frank! What the fuck are you wearing?”
Frank grinned and stuck out his glowing chest, ignoring the stares, snickers, and outright guffaws of his co-workers. “It’s October first, and you know what that means.” He held up an orange, rectangular, plastic container with a black lid.
The other man’s eyes widened, and he wiped the corner of his mouth on his shirt sleeve. “You may look like an idiot, but damn if you don’t know how to bake.”
“I’ll put them out during break. Ther