You and your boss have been sat in the sad Pizza Express by your office for an hour and a half now. The place is packed with Christmas shoppers. Your doughballs haven’t arrived yet let alone your leggera pizza. That’s it, I’ve had enough, your boss says. They book an Uber and make a swift exit, leaving you to foot the bill. You’re sat there totally, utterly miserable. Then you get a text from your mate saying they’re sacking off the main party to go to Lucky Voice. Do you:
B) Go home, this night has sucked so far and it’s not going to get any better?