Yes. My foot. My mouth.
Today, on my lunch break (which is at 2:00 in the afternoon), I ran into one of the IT guys, also just going for lunch. I said hi and then went with my Cousin Sarah to her office (which happens to be in my building) for a minute and then back to my office. Maybe fifteen minutes had passed since I ran into Sneebs in the mall. He came back up and was walking past my desk, when I said, "Hey Sneebs, back so soon?" He replied, "Yeah, I only got a short lunch, we're really busy today." To which I replied, "Yeah. They treat you like a slave."
Footnote: Sneebs came to Canada from Cameroon about eight years ago.
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