Just had a total XY moment while popping out to get my lunch.

I was mid purchase at the till in Prêt when a friend called. Instead of saying “can I call you back in two minutes” I carried on talking.

While still talking on the mobile I proceed to a newsagent to buy a magazine. I then get my hand stuck in the bag with my sandwich in, drop my wallet and swipe my glasses off my face which arc across the shop and have a cushioned landing in a box of Walkers crisps.

I then tell my friend that I need to hang up and I will call her back as I skulk out of the shop with three customers and the shopkeeper all smirking at me.

I am living proof that men, while apparently doing multiple things at once are in fact kidding themselves. Dangerous thing my lunch run!

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