A sloppy dispatch from the depths of jet lag mania
I used to have a coworker that would occasionally bring in scones from a bakery near her home. We treasured those days because the scones were so damn good!!
You, trying to smirk along with your fellow citizens, over the idiots in line for scones = me, hooting embarrassingly in a weirdly quiet cafe.
I used to have a coworker that would occasionally bring in scones from a bakery near her home. We treasured those days because the scones were so damn good!!
You, trying to smirk along with your fellow citizens, over the idiots in line for scones = me, hooting embarrassingly in a weirdly quiet cafe.