Last week, as a favor for a very sweet guy, my boss had me type up a lease. The very sweet guy owns a local pizza shop, so he's sending over a couple of pizzas and some sodas. Lovely, lovely man.
Of course, *I'm* the one who typed the lease and the pizza's not kosher...(and I just ate a meat sandwich, so even if it were, I couldn't eat it.)
Such is life. I'll snag a soda.