RecipeMuncher

I was 17, it was my first job and someone in the office innocently asked what each of us had for breakfast that morning. Sean sat upright in his chair and said boldly with dignity and pride, “I had buttered bread.” Everyone grew quiet; there was awkwardness in the room. Suddenly we all got busy, mumbled about having a busy day and buried our heads into the files on our desk. Clearly we all thought the same thing – poor Sean, all he had for breakfast was bread and butter… Why the awkw (...)