It's 10:30 am.
Your stomach rumbles. You're hungry.
And everything else is secondary.
You don't focus on the that class you're sitting. You don't care whether reports are submitted or not.
You don't care you are going to loose a multi-million dollar deal.
Your whole attention would be on eating what and where.
The bakery across the street will have put out those fresh muffins. Or the local eatery knows how you like your omlette, and will prepare it the minute you enter.
Time creeps by. Slow torture, isn't it?
It's time for lunch. YES!
You head out, run before anything can happen. You will not answer your calls. Emails and messages will not replied, even though you have that fancy new Blackberry.
The guy behind the counter stands there. He looks at you and asks "What do you want?"
The order is placed. The wallet is out for the money to leave. But then..
"Oh crap! Can anyone lend me a couple of bucks? I'll pay back tomorrow!"