Just walked into the office kitchen. Designer stood there with an open jar of gherkins. Nothing wrong with that.

"Want a swig?", she asks.

"Yeah! haha" I laugh, not really paying much attention.

"No really" she continues "I love this".

She then, to my absolute horror and disgust, puts the jar to her lips and takes a big siwg. I'm standing there totally slack jawed and wide eyed, fridge door swung redundantly open in my hand, staring at her. She clocks this and is all like "what? it's nice! it's not pure vinegar, only slightly vinegary."

OK so I didn't know it wasn't pure vinegar but fuck me, that is totally rancid. Am I right?

(I fucking am right you sickos)