Oh, the horror.

A story for a story. What an interesting idea.

Personal or work? I'm more inclined to make fun of myself, so we shall start there. I once got into it with a horde of garden gnomes in the family garden. I was napping and they tried to take the licorice wand from my picnic basket while I slept. I still have a scar on my chin where one of the little buggers bit me. I was eight at the time and even to this day will not engage with the cretins unless absolutely necessary.

Now, clementines you say?