Maddy can never be a lunching lady. I, on the other hand, was born to lunch. (Though no thank you to Mrs Thadani). Moronic waiter at Gallops thought we wanted virgin coladas. I mean, really. Was sleepy as hell for a bit and the coffee machine beckoned but a conversation about coffee walas was enough to wake us up. The men turned a crazy shade of green and the coffee wala scrammed. It would scare anyone, that shade.
Later, the boss said he wasn't stupid to have ordered cake for us all but his face said it all... it really wasn't as discreet as the Valentine operation.