Thursday, September 8, 2016

To The Point

One of my colleagues had a death in the family so I ordered food from a Bosnian restaurant. Placed my order over the phone -- I'll take...two of this, two of that, one of those and another item separately.

Okay, bye. She didn't ask me for my name or give me the total or a time estimate.

I turned to my colleague and said Maybe she thought I was a prankster.

Went to the restaurant anyway and had to wait because the cheese and spinach pita that I had ordered was not ready.

Got the food then headed to my colleague's house where I chit-chatted with yet more colleagues and we discussed someone who'd recently resigned. She had too much, I said.

{Unintelligible sound} Every day is too much someone responded.

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