Yesterday, I was asked out to lunch for a work colleagues birthday.
Carl, the lazy arse who was organizing the lunch decided to email me my invitation instead of getting up and walking the 6 metres between our desks.
Lunch was at 1pm. The email arrived at 1.45pm. I spent my lunch hour eating tuna salad out of a plastic container in the kitchen instead of eating a yummy curry in the best curry house in London.