The closing was dragging on. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the buyers’ attorney unwrapping something. It turned out to be a candy bar, which he started eating as his clients continued signing papers.
The bank attorney said, quite politely, “Please don’t eat at the table. I don’t want melted chocolate on the documents.”
“Sorry,” said the chewing counselor, “I’ll be careful, but I need to keep my energy up.”
Less politely, the bank attorney said, “You’ve had sufficient bites to give you enough energy to leave the table. Eat that in the waiting room!”
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