Sweets
The obscure tropical fruit, digestives, Ferrero Rocher, peanut brittle, unidentifiable gelatinous fruit, dates and the dry and tasteless Asian delicacies that colleagues bring back from business trips and vacations, by way of guilt, to appease their moribund desk-bound workmates.
However (literally) tasteless, these treats 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 holiday in Portugal. Or mince, or celery.[2]
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.
- ↑ Then again, there’s plenty of that stuff lying around the legal department anyway.