For the second day running I've made it down to the canteen for my morning cheese on toast just in time to see the last slices disappearing on the tray of the same woman from human resources. Four slices she's taken each day. Four! Can you imagine?
Some of that cheese on toast had my name on it.
This means war.
I'd like to cover her with cheddar and stick her under the grill…
But I'll probably just smile sweetly and queue-jump.