Food Fights

A long and involved day left me feeling like I deserved a bento box. And I did. Savouring my accompanying pint of lager perhaps a little too much, I managed to splatter myself with several brown sauces (soy, plum, etc.). Looking at my shirt front I blushed momentarily with shame, but then I reconsidered. Saying 'To hell with it' (or words less couth to that effect), I threw scorn at the other customers and continued to spray myself with food. I felt much better afterwards.