Lunching out

A box of salad got me and Fay a free game of pool and very yummy sandwiches. Apparently, Mr. Dave couldn't keep his hands off my lunch, so I got all thick-skinned and requested for free lunch in return. *Claps* How shameless can I get? Fay was in her usual "anything" mode, so I dragged her out of the office as well (Hello?! You need some fresh air to keep sane in such a freezing environment!) God knows lunch turned into a session of pool. Bleah. I've had a game or two of that in the past, but the testerone-charged pool center was intimidating. Fay's debut on the green velvet turned out impressive, beating me to the last 2 balls (plus an 'own goal'). An hour got the 2 guys 5 rounds, but it got us only 1 round (plus many rounds round the table), owing to our out-of-this-world skills. *Chokes*

*half an hour later*After conveying Fay's comment that Dave's like a Dad to me, that nutcase spent the next 3 hours trying to coax me into calling him 'Ah Pa'. (weak smile) Thanks, but no thanks. I give him the due respect I have for people his age, but I do banter alot with these lovely colleagues of mine like they're family.