Is that Anyway for a Young Girl to be...

You're working really hard in the office.

You take a break, you and your work mate wander down to the local sandwich shop. We behave and buy salad baguettes, and just as we turn and walk out the shop, I spy home made macaroon bars on the counter. They were warm from the oven, and the coconut just slightly toasted on the top. I grabbed on and paid for it, ignoring the warning glares from my friend. Ignoring her telling the counter assistant that I really didn't want it.

Nom,nom.nom.

As we got in the lift to the office, I put my hand out to the door and she grabbed it and ran out of the lift, stealing my lovely macaroon with her.

She sent me a wee instant email, saying she was saving me from myself, and it was better that she ate it for me.

I looked at her mail, sighed, resigned and typed back

"Was it all warm and moist inside"

and hit reply.... and just as it left my inbox, I realised her mail had dropped down one and I had hit reply on an email from the Financial Director of the WHOLE FLIPPING COMPANY.

In my panic, I went to my sent mail box, and tried to "recall" it,but in utter panic hit "delete permanently".

I sat and stared at my screen in utter horror and disbelief.

And waited 2 hours for the reply from his lovely executive suite in London.

"Not sure what you were referring to, but I can assure you, nothing I have experienced today was either moist nor warm. Enjoy the rest of your day".

Oh Dear God.

I have never had another macaroon bar to this date.

Is it any wonder a girl drinks?