It was a beautiful day today, which means I shouldn’t have taken a lunch at work. Days like today always make you contemplate on your way back, “Should I lie and say I’ve become terribly ill and have to go home, and then spend the rest of the day outside?” “Would they believe that my grandma was dying and her last wish was to play with me in Central Park? Would they believe that?”
Of course you’ve got to be very careful with that one; no one has 32 grandmothers.