I swear the staff here have a thing against me sleeping during the daylight hours. I'm coma'ed out on the bed, happily dosed up with pain killers and enjoying my nana nap, when the catering guy bursts head first in through the window, his trolly on fire and borne aloft by the screaming hellish engines of the damned as he proceeds to run over everything inside the room at least twice, smashing equipment to the four directions and then brutally knocking my bed halfway across the room as he slams the food tray into it and hollering at the top of his lungs through his megaphone "OH HI THERE SORRY DID I WAKE YOU HERE IS YOUR LUNCH PLEASE ENJOY OKAY HAVE A NICE DAY NOW" before cart-wheeling back out of a different window to the accompanying cacophony of shattering plate glass and crying children.
Sandwich totally wasn't even worth waking up for, just saying.
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