I work in an industrial estate with limited restaurant options. If going out in a group, it's like a military operation. There are so many things need to be addressed prior to the lunchtime rush. Such as who will drive, how many cars to take, not to mention where to go and have I even looked at the menu before?! It's not for the faint hearted and it's likely this will be a Friday frollic.
2) Ah the surprise sandwich I like to call it. So I decide I'll go for the old reliable ham and cheese. Its, safe, it's simple, it's a stable feature of the Irish diet. Oh, but what's this, there has been cross contamination! I believe I ordered ham and cheese, not ham, cheese, a few red onions embedded into the butter, some yellow peppers, one strip of iceberg lettuce and a random gherkin. I understand it's rush hour so I'm in no position to complain, I'll just sit back and enjoy my casual sandwich, or maybe not.
3) I've never prided myself on my culinary skills. Throwing a salad together should not be so difficult. I underestimate my appetite when it comes to salad. I mean it looks like loads but when I open my lunchbox I realise I've only just tipped a whole bag of pre-washed Italian salad lettuce in with no thought. One deep breath and it's gone. I still have 58 minutes left of my break. 3 minutes scrolling on Facebook and I'm thinking about chocolate. Well there goes my healthy start to the week and I rationalize it with "well tomorrow is Tuesday and sure it's only a day away from the middle of the week and the middle of the week is closer to the end than the start and you deserve chocolate after the long week you've had,"
4) Well this just never happens. I think maybe once during the strong frost of 2010 but other than that, it's pretty much always 1 - 3.
If in doubt you can't bate a tayto sambo or a greasy McDonalds every now and again.
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