“We eat muffins when things are really bad,” the person in charge of the office I’m in just explained to me.
That’s all very well, but surely it’s a policy with a high risk of obesity? At least smoking when things are bad makes you lose weight.
Not that I’m condoning smoking – I think it’s a filthy habit and I would only do it if I was in a film or pretending to be in a film. But I can’t help feeling that if I applied the muffin-when-things-are-bad method to my own life I would need to smoke two or three packets of cigarettes a day to compensate.
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