I live to serve

In a five story building, this is the only floor with vending machines. (The IT department, sundry meeting rooms, the EXCELLENT coffee makers, vending machines, etc etc.)

A chap who I recognise but couldn’t put a name to just marched into our area and gained our attention via the simple expedient of waving a $10 bill.

“Can someone please, please, arrange to exchange this for me? I really desperately need some chocolate.”

Never being one to stand between a man and his chocolate, I obliged with a $5 and sundry coins.

“Excellent service I get at this helpdesk! I’ll come again.”

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