Imagine having a job where it was your job to go on lunch meetings with "Ms." Johnson. It would definitely be the highlight of the week, even if she insisted on just grabbing a healthy sandwich and a water from the deli.
Few beers after work, Vicky? Oh, go on! Go on. Go on. You might as well. Go on. He won't mind. Say it's for work. I'm buying. Go on. Just one? Just a half? Just a sip of one of mine? An orange juice? Apple juice? Cranberry? It's good for you, cranberry juice. Some crisps, then? Just stand outside with me for five minutes? FIVE MINUTES. Just FIVE MINUTES? You honestly can't even spare FIVE MINUTES? You evil COW.