When I get into work in the morning, the first thing I nearly always do is head to the kitchen to get a 500 ml bottle of Diet Irn Bru from the vending machine. (The caffeine and E-numbers are completely necessary, trust me.) Recently, I've taken to selecting myself a chocolate bar from the machine too. To give myself something to look forward to later that day.
And today was no exception. I got my bottle of juice as usual, placed it on the worktop so I could select my chocolate bar, picked up my juice and headed upstairs to my desk. And looked forward all morning to lunchtime when I could eat my chocolate.
But when I dug into my bag to retrieve said chocolate bar . . . it wasn't there. "What have you lost?" one of my colleagues asked me finally as I probably looked more and more panic-stricken. "My chocolate!" I wailed. My distress evident, a few of my co-workers even helped me check my desk for the mislaid chocolate. But it was nowhere to be seen.
Where did it go??? I guess I will never know for definite. Could someone have stolen it? Not really. My bag was next to me, and someone rifling through it . . . I'm fairly sure I would have noticed that. And they would have came across my purse first, and let's face it . . . if you had the choice of a 65p chocolate bar or a purse with fifteen pounds in it, what would you choose?
So I have to assume that what has happened is that I have once again embraced the "blonde stereotype" and . . . forgotten to actually remove my chocolate bar from the machine after I paid for it and selected it!!!
Yeah. This ranks up there with The Tragedy of the Soup.
Done anything silly recently?