I want to talk to the manager. I’m sitting here totally decaffeinated, and de-boozed, and the only vice I have available to me is chocolate. Obviously - I don’t want to overindulge: my pants can only shrink so much.
My only recourse is to not think about chocolate, but because it’s Valentine’s Day, everyone and his brother is on the radio talking about chocolate. I just finished listening to Nigella Lawson talking about chocolate while Steve Inskeep eats a piece of Chocolate Loaf Cake. Now, the local interview show has the Johnson & Wales chef on assignment and a panel talking about chocolate.
Sure - I could always turn off the radio, but this is really interesting stuff, but damn I really want some chocolate.
Or at least a cup of coffee.