People who go and sit in their car to eat their luncheon at work

Jean-F is an AI bot, right?

Poor old dinosaur Jean-F is so 20th century that he had to Google bot, to make sure that it was an abbreviation of robot.
Even then, I’m still unaware of what I’ve done to earn your derision, (on the assumption that ‘bot’ is a bad thing.)
 
Poor old dinosaur Jean-F is so 20th century that he had to Google bot, to make sure that it was an abbreviation of robot.
Even then, I’m still unaware of what I’ve done to earn your derision, (on the assumption that ‘bot’ is a bad thing.)

Beep Boop Beep. //syntax”derision”,value=0

No derision here, computer.
 
If my arithmetic is within touching distance of accurate then Jean-F is 70+ years old, drove a Black Cab for a number of years, and haulage for a slightly less amount of time, and types his sentences like he is using a Golf typewriter when they existed :)
 
The weirdos are the ones who don't choose to use their lunch break as a break from work.

Generally when i'm at the office, i'll eat food at my desk and then go out for a walk for the remainder of my break.

I think for me it just seems odd to sit in the car when there are other ways to get some solo time, and to me it feels a lot more pleasant than being stuck in a car. I guess it's just everyone is different and as you say, you prefer to sit watching Netflix in a comfy seat.
 
If my arithmetic is within touching distance of accurate then Jean-F is 70+ years old, drove a Black Cab for a number of years, and haulage for a slightly less amount of time, and types his sentences like he is using a Golf typewriter when they existed :)

Your ability to read between the lines is god like :D
 
If my arithmetic is within touching distance of accurate then Jean-F is 70+ years old, drove a Black Cab for a number of years, and haulage for a slightly less amount of time, and types his sentences like he is using a Golf typewriter when they existed :)

magnolia’s a magician, he’s positively alight, after watching myself typing with one finger, and remembering a golf typewriter, I think that he’s on the money there.
A NZ dollar check/cheque is in the mail for knocking 10 years off my age, should the good Lord spare me I’ll be 82 next month.
My birthday falls the day after Thanksgiving this year, so I’ll get Thursday’s pumpkin pie out of the fridge and celebrate with that and a bottle of Piper-Heidsieck if I make it this year, Bonne Chance Tout le Monde!
 
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you've been panic buying
bumper pumpkin harvest for this year’s Halloween is under threat because of an expected shortage of the crop caused by a combination of poor August weather and lack of HGV drivers and pickers, reports iNews.
According to the report, farmers and wholesale vegetable suppliers are warning that a lack of sunlight and warmth last month has meant the crop is failing to ripen in the fields, while a giant-pumpkin show has been cancelled due to poor harvest.
Areas of the Midlands and southern England had between 65 and 70 per cent of the average sunshine for August, while nighttime temperatures failed to rise over 15C – one of the key conditions for allowing pumpkins to swell in size – for most of the month, the report said.

The sun didn't get its settled immigrant status - Boris never said.
 
Bit like me I guess when I drove a Black Cab, late morning I’d go to a sandwich bar off Fleet Street, get a Mexican tuna on white and a black coffee to go, then aim for Lincoln’s Inn Fields, where I’d sit in the back and read the paper while eating the sandwich.
Did some female person join you, without the ability to pay for her fare?
 
I've seen this film a few times - "Ooh, how am I going to pay Jean?"

Not guilty again SGF.
I may have mentioned this before, but the only time I was offered sex in lieu of the fare was when an elderly skank hailed me at Hammersmith Broadway, asked for The Vale, Acton, then offered me a bj for the approx £8.00 fare.
I declined gracefully, and told her to forget the £8.00, have a freebie.
 
Not guilty again SGF.
I may have mentioned this before, but the only time I was offered sex in lieu of the fare was when an elderly skank hailed me at Hammersmith Broadway, asked for The Vale, Acton, then offered me a bj for the approx £8.00 fare.
I declined gracefully, and told her to forget the £8.00, have a freebie.

Should have just gone for it. Why not.
 
Don't go to my car but I do find a section of office/canteen away from co-workers. Only so much waffling from them you can take through the day and 30 minutes respite to eat and read a book is a godsend.
 
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