Conversation in the break room:
Co-worker, browsing the vending selection as a deadline looms: "It's sad that we turn to food for comfort..."
Me: "I don't know, I've never come home to discover that *food* has moved out while I was away, and taken all the good silverware, too."
Co-worker, browsing the vending selection as a deadline looms: "It's sad that we turn to food for comfort..."
Me: "I don't know, I've never come home to discover that *food* has moved out while I was away, and taken all the good silverware, too."
These days, because of a somewhat-restrictive diet for health reasons, I find sleep is my big comfort.
ReplyDeletethe downside is you can't indulge in it at work.
I grew up on a small farm... so I have gotten home and found that the food had escaped from the pasture and needed to be rounded up (and the fence repaired). :)
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:)
ReplyDelete--For the both of you.