He could sleep on a greasy pole.

It makes me wonder how he manages to be on time, when he is so relaxed.
The bloke flows around like a leaf in a wind tunnel. One day he’s gonna drive me over the edge and I’ll end up shaking him by the shoulders and screaming wake up at him. On the whole I think our team would be more productive if he was given a dose of urgency. At times the bloke is practically horizontal I did a how he gets anything done. He doesn’t have an ounce of urgency in him.

At lunchtime I popped into a sandwich bar from a usual egg and tomato with black pepper. I soon wished I hadn’t. Not only were they totally rammed, there was a stupid cow at the tills with a chocolate bar.
She made my head spin and not in a good way.
First she picks up the cake, whatever it was, hangs onto it like it was her lifeline and puts it down.
Fair enough, everyone changes their mind.
The bit that really picks me off was directly after paying she picks it back up like she’s still in the queue. The bloke behind her wasn’t impressed.
I’m with him. When you’re done.
You don’t get to go back and have another turn.
That’s tantamount to sneaking into the front of the queue and just pushing your way forward.