Sweets
The obscure tropical fruit, digestives, Ferrero Rocher, peanut brittle, jelly beans, dates and so on that lure a man, like sirens did Odysseus, as he makes his way from his desk to the printer.[1]
No-one ever brings salted fish back from Portugal after his holidays. Or mince, or celery. Then again, there’s plenty of that stuff lying around the legal department anyway.
References
- ↑ the man, obviously, not Odysseus. Though the idea of Odysseus struggling to get to the printer, lashing himself to the mast of his boat as he floats by some Turkish delight which has been there for five weeks now, is appealing.