A moral dilemma of the worst sort
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I am a very weak person. I cant resist. I have the willpower of a 4 year old. Put a pudding in front of me and I'll eat it. Put a packet of smokes in front of me and I'll smoke them. Put a long walk in front of me and I'll take the bus. So imagine my horror/delight when I got home from work last night to find a box of fancy ass chocolates had been delivered through my letterbox by error. Wrong name, wrong address. My initial excitement turned quickly to confusion and anger. Why me? Eh, what had I done to deserve this moral nightmare? Let me repeat myself, I AM A VERY WEAK PERSON.
And let there be no doubt about it, this is a moral dilemma for me. I want to do the right thing. I want to put them in my bag, jump on my bike and deliver them to the lady on the address slip. I want to, oh I really want to. But I also really want to eat them. I want to rip the box apart and stuff my fat little pie hole with dark chocolate treats, stolen dark chocolate treats. You would find me fifteen minutes later lying on top of my bed my mouth covered in chocolate. I'd be struggling for breath and suffering from chocolate sweats. I'm not exaggerating by the way.
Postman bloody Pat has really landed me in it with his incompetent delivery skills. He was well off the beaten track with this delivery. I mean if the Hobbits from The Lord of the Rings had been guided by this fella they would have ended up on a beach in Hawaii. "Surfs up my precious..."
So what am I to do? I know I should sent them back or do it myself. But I like chocolates and particularly other peoples. In one ear I have Spike Lee telling me to do the right thing (I'll throw the bin through the window later Spike!) in the other ear I have Kirstie Alley saying "eat em eat em eat em blllaaaarrrggghhh!" I'm giving it another 24 hours folks. So you make the decision for me, I cant. You can save my soul and my waste band or make me happy.......Oh and I should have said, the chocolates are from Thorntons. Vote now and tell me what to do....
And let there be no doubt about it, this is a moral dilemma for me. I want to do the right thing. I want to put them in my bag, jump on my bike and deliver them to the lady on the address slip. I want to, oh I really want to. But I also really want to eat them. I want to rip the box apart and stuff my fat little pie hole with dark chocolate treats, stolen dark chocolate treats. You would find me fifteen minutes later lying on top of my bed my mouth covered in chocolate. I'd be struggling for breath and suffering from chocolate sweats. I'm not exaggerating by the way.
Postman bloody Pat has really landed me in it with his incompetent delivery skills. He was well off the beaten track with this delivery. I mean if the Hobbits from The Lord of the Rings had been guided by this fella they would have ended up on a beach in Hawaii. "Surfs up my precious..."
So what am I to do? I know I should sent them back or do it myself. But I like chocolates and particularly other peoples. In one ear I have Spike Lee telling me to do the right thing (I'll throw the bin through the window later Spike!) in the other ear I have Kirstie Alley saying "eat em eat em eat em blllaaaarrrggghhh!" I'm giving it another 24 hours folks. So you make the decision for me, I cant. You can save my soul and my waste band or make me happy.......Oh and I should have said, the chocolates are from Thorntons. Vote now and tell me what to do....
