Dear My Office,
Handing out ice cream sandwiches is not an “ice cream social”. Granted an ice cream sandwich is lovely most of the time. Like if I wasn’t expecting one, and you came over to my desk unannounced and was all “hey Brian, want an ice cream sandwich?”, I would have been all “heck yeah I do.” But in this case, where I was expecting some kind of social with nuts and cherries and whip cream and whatnot, well what you did was downright lousy. You promised me social, you gave me sandwich. You’re dead to me.
/throws the ice cream sandwich against the wall in protest
There. That’s what I think of your ice cream sandwich.
Shit. That was dumb. Can I have another one please?