What was the best part of my lunch break?
Was it the fact that I actually had to leave the office, and face the rain and cold?
Was it that one woman refused to use any less than the entire width of the footpath, forcing me into a puddle, which filled my shoe with gross puddle water? Ugh, puddles.
Was it having to pay for 49 envelopes that I will never use because the Post Office only sells them in packs of 50?
Was it realising that the hem on my good work pants (and incidentally the only pair that fit me at the moment) had come undone and was dragging on the ground?
Was it that my cheese and tomato baguette looked great, but it was actually made with a stale roll?
Was it returning to my desk to find it surrounded by one mother, one baby, and 11 clucky women?
Ooooh, I just can’t pick it!
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