*This story dates back nearly thirty years to when I worked for a small catering company as a summer job whilst at university, I must have been about twenty at the time. The basis of the story is true, however some artistic license has been applied to spice things up a little… perhaps these small changes are how I wish it had gone when I fantasise about it now!*
I worked for a small local business which had contracts all over the city providing catering for meetings and lunches. They had a few smaller clients where they provided a lunch trolley service usually in more remote buildings that didn’t have a canteen of their own. This was my job, I had a small van with the trolley in the back and I’d spend about 15 mins at each office selling sandwiches, cans of juice, crisps etc. I liked this job because I didn’t have to start too early, and obviously once lunch was done so was I. The short hours suited me but at the same time allowed me some extra money for going out at the weekends with my girlfriends.