A selection pack full of broken promises.

Life has a habit of short changing people. It offers up such wonderful delights as Love, Happiness, Hope and Fulfilment, but so often serves them with a side salad of Hate, Disappointment , Jealousy and Loathing.

An example that justly illustrates this happened at this afternoons tea break. Having made tea for the whole office I thought it was an opportune time to open the selection packet of biscuits. I have never been a fan of selections of biscuits. It seems to me to be a ploy by biscuit makers to off-load some of their crappier products by boxing them up with a few nice biccies. Even the nice chocolate biscuits though are never quite the same quality as you would fine in a normal packet. However, someone in the office had bought them so there was no other choice and at the end of the day a biscuit is still a biscuit.

These particular biscuits were made by Crawfords, not a brand that inspires confidence is it? They have a strange habit of swapping the fillings around so you get a Bourbon style chocolate biscuit with a white filling and funny little circular biscuits that usually come with white fillings, filled with chocolate! It is like some bizarre parallel universe! The problem, though, was not with the quality of the biscuits, but the quantity. On opening the packet one is presented with the usual (and above mentioned unusual) array of biscuits arranged nice in a flimsy plastic tray. I began to unload the biscuits into our office biscuit barrel (a disgusting thing bought in Holland by a relocating colleague). From the top it looked like an even distribution of biscuits but as I removed them from the packaging it became clear that all was not well. The plain boring biscuits where plentiful, easily fitting 6 or 7 to a section, so you can imagine my sur! prise when unloading the milk chocolate digestives to find that after only three biscuits I reached plastic, and in the plain chocolate digestive section there were only two!. The bottom of the tray had been raised up where the all nice biscuits went. This is rather deceitful and would have left me feeling a tad disappointed had it not been for the fact that, as it was I who was unloading the biscuits, it was I who got first choice. Naturally I nabbed the nice ones before anyone else could get a look in. Oh well...