It’s one of those days where I take my lunch break at home. There is one doughnut remaining, in a brown paper bag.
*”Take this back to work with you,”* says the Karen.
*”Why, how generous of you,”* I reply.
She takes the brown paper bag through to the other room and leaves it on my manbag, so that I don’t forget to take it back to work with me.
A short while later, I am at work. I grope the brown paper bag and am aware of the presence of not one but two ovular objects in it. I instinctively check them for lumps (and so should you).
I peer into the bag. Beside my grinning, portly doughnut lies a smarmy, self-satisfied piece of fruit.
A piece of fruit! How did that get in there?
Why, that sneaky girl.