Sometimes it's better to light a flamethrower than curse the darkness

"You want anything from Tesco?" my manager asked just before the meeting I'd had to travel down to London for.

I said I was fine, thanks.

As soon as he left, I thought of something, of course.

So I texted him: "Actually if you wouldn't mind getting me some ibuprofen, that would be great! I'm such an old man, eh". I'd forgotten to bring any, and I'd already done a lot of walking.

When he got back, he said "I was going to get this anyway," as he held it up in the air. He took one of the blister packs out, handed me the box with the other, and we both popped our pills and took them at the same time.

I do joke about us being the "old men" in a team of young people, but never has it felt so true!