Running into a Table

I think the really cool stuff working in a bank is that they usually have quite well-maintained canteens. For instance, Nordea Canteen has the most wonderful breads (fresh baked) and tens of different types of salads. Featuring cured herrings, pate, all kinds of cold cuts and fresh leaves. It is very typical Nordic, the ingredients are top quality and not much non-sense about processing.

There is a canteen in my building, serving foods around the clock. In the morning, you can get yourself fried/porched/scrambled eggs, sausage and hash browns. At lunch, there are several stations serving pasta, roasted chicken or freshly made sandwiches.

I decided to indulge myself with the greasy fried egg. Dressing in skirt and heels prevented me from looking too keen and ethusastic about foods. I waited impatiently for the cook to fish the egg out of oil sea. "Just let the oil drip a bit more" I instructed the cook, "Well, don't worry about the plate, just put it on top of my bread". Very confident and in control I was.

I then turned away from the egg station briskly only ran into the ledge of the adjacent station. I cried "OUCH" because it really hurt, but luckily my egg and bread were still intact. It must appear painful because some of those queueing for eggs gave their condolence with giggles.