The other day, at the “day job,” we got insanely busy right around the time I normally head out. When things eased a bit, I told my boss that I was going to inspect the facilities, then leave.
“I have been trying to get to the men’s room for over 45 minutes, chief.”
“Big deal. I’ve been trying to get some lunch for four hours.”
“Yeah, so? There’s one major way that our respective situations are not analogous.”
“And what’s that?”
I tossed the last remark over my shoulder as I raced down the hall. “You could snack!”