And Justyna if you happen to read this please stop calling it bird poop.
Anyhow.
I was on my lunch break digging in to a very yummy mozzarella panini at Costa Coffee when people started to pop in, one after the other, carrying goodie bags labeled Quaker Oats. The situation immediately had my undivided attention. A very robot-like voice started to play on repeat in my head (in the healthiest of ways) saying: MUST FIND OUT WHERE THESE BAGS ARE COMING FROM. Then I spotted the promoters outside, and I looked down at my panini and my half full cup of coffee, then I looked up again and saw them running out of bags and eventually disappearing. Horror! Then after a moment of panic I thought to myself: "they are probably just going to get more bags, everything's gonna be okey Jo, you'll get one". So I downed my cappuccino and finished my panini - eagerly awaiting them to come back with my eyes fixed on the window. Then, after a few minutes wait they were back! I got off my seat (now imagine McGyver-like music starting to play in the background), grabbed my bag with my eyes still focused on the promoters outside. There were no "excuse mes" or "I'm sorries" on my way out when bumping into hungry lunch hourers. I was on a mission. When outside the first promoter coming my way turned her back just as I was getting "Quaker Oats new flavours!"-close.
"Bitch." I thought.
My next target was the guy on the other side of the street. I was strategically adjusting my pace as I saw him going from the left to the right handing out the bags.
Managed to time it perfectly (this takes a lot of practice kids, so do try this at home) and I was finally handed a bag by a smiling promoter.
No words can describe the satisfaction.
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