Thought I'd relate a mildly amusing anecdote about me getting back to school for dinner after my dentist appointment.
I don't think my face will unnumb before they stop serving food, so I grab a to-go plate and pile some food on. Then I head for the desert table because, damnit, I need something sweet to calm my temper. There are some delicious looking cookies that are almost gone, and this guy who's shoveling them onto his plate.
My first thought was something along the lines of "I will kick your ass if you take that last cookie."
He didn't, so I refrained from visiting physical violence upon him and go to get some tea.
The tea dispenser gives me water at first, at which I respond with a wave of black and horrible fury, to which
it responds by giving me tea.
Now I'm wasting time til my face unnumbs enough for me to safely eat.
“She'd become a governess. It was one of the few jobs a known lady could do. And she'd taken to it well. She'd sworn that if she did indeed ever find herself dancing on rooftops with chimney sweeps she'd beat herself to death with her own umbrella.”
― Hogfather