Maybe smarties have the answer
Debra didn’t want to be a lawyer. She, along with most of her friends had no idea how they ended up working in a thankless, meritless, money-grabbing, money-saving world of pompous twits.
The thanks is keeping the contract so you all have jobs, says the guy with the porche and the ‘second spring holiday sunkissed tan’. ‘Great, yep… thanks for that’.
She took another smartie from the tube. Seven in seven minutes and still not enough.
The book had said smarties would help. It had specifically stated that ‘everytime you need to rant or swear calmly take a smartie from the tube and place it in your mouth. There, you’re back in control’.
It did not give any disclaimer that ‘it doesn’t work if you’re on your third packet and at only 10.10am’. Defeated, fat and now addicted to smarties.
The fax machine had broken, again and there was no-one to shout at (smartie 8). Not that anyone listened to Debra (smartie 9). And it was due at court in 15 minutes (new pack).
Debra trundled up the stairs, in the shoes that really didn’t fit but were kept in the office in case of 3rd floor emergencies, to the fax machine on the 3rd floor. She buzzed in, found the fax machine, placed the paper in the feeder and pressed send.
She crossly stomped back down the stairs, buzzed in and made her way to the desk. ‘Brilliant’ she muttered as she was then met at her desk by crazy smile Brenda sitting in her chair like an evil Bond villain.
Brenda was the receptionist who never stopped smiling but never really looked very happy, very very scary.
The message was delivered with cutting precision and a wry smile. ‘The court would like to know why 8 black pages had clogged up their fax machine for the last 5 minutes’. A Brendonian ‘you know the paper goes face down, don’t you’, a turn and a waltz away was enough to tip her just that little over the rest of the packet.
Yep, this was going to be the day. Thank heavens for the multipack.
Bother, only 1 box left.
And before she knew it all Debra could think of was what happens after 5. Where would she get more smarties? did she have enough for 2 packets and the bus? Or would she have to walk home?