As I'm sure I've mentioned before, lunch was always an event at the office. So one day we're all sitting around the round table enjoying a nice looking sandwhich spread. There's this pair of old, dirty rusted out scissors sitting on someone's desk, I'm sure they came with the building. Suddenly I notice Sven frantically trying to get my attention. I look over and he's pointing at Donald cutting open a sub bun with those scissors.
It's probably one of those you just had to be there moments, but to this day someone brings this up at least once a month and we enjoy a good laugh. In fact, it was a recent conversation with Sven and his instance that led to this post.
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