Across the street from where I work is a little courtyard. It has benches and is all shady-totally covered by trees. There's a little fountain and it's very peaceful. I go there for lunch a lot; it's usually not very crowded. Today I went outside to return the audiobooks I borrowed to the library, and as soon as I exited my building, I was surrounded by the wonderful smells of hamburgers grilling. My little courtyard was being used for a company picnic. So not only could I not sit there for lunch, but it mocked me with wonderful smells! How evil.
Current song in my head:
"Scarborough Fair" by Simon & Garfunkel