Quietly minding my own business at work, then footsteps approach...
Frenchie: Dahling! You look lovely today (starts to stroke my hair). Do you 'ave any food for me? Even just a leetle beet?
...a few moments later..
English(shuffles up, bleary-eyed): Bloody hell. I am SO hungover. You got any scran?
....followed shortly after by..
Spaniard (difficult to make out what he is saying, due to unlit fag hanging out of mouth): Holaaaaaa! Mmmmm...galletas....veni aqui....
...just when you thought the coast was clear...
Portuguese: Hey girl! What food have you got today? Gimme! Wax on! Wax off!
....not to be outdone by....
Russian: Are you trying to fatten me up for the orthodox Easter or something? Spaysiba!
.Me(peering into empty biscuit box): Bloody hell, it says here there were 48 in here. I have only had FOUR. Oh, for God's sake. Is bloody hunter-pilferer, never mind hunger-gatherer.
What do you have today btw ? I'll give you a visit later.
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