Nothing that a break can't fix

I had some of the usual unexpected work trials and tribulations this morning. Worked through them by the patience and grace of my boss; still I felt perturbed. The time was 10am, I stepped away for my morning break (no more than 2 hours without getting up from PC) and walked out of the front of the building. Coming into the building was a long-time acquaintance from work, with a big friendly smile saying 'Hello' and then, studying me, asked 'Everything OK, man?'. I replied without thinking about the words, 'Nothing a break can't fix'. He looked puzzled, then smiled and said, 'Oh, yeah, alright, man!'. Got this phrase stuck in my head now.

I did feel better.

So, a woman went up to the bar in a quiet pub...

She gestured alluringly to the bartender who approached her immediately. She seductively signaled that he should bring his face closer to hers. As he did, she gently caressed his full beard.

"Are you the manager?" she asked, softly stroking his face with both hands.

"Actually, no," he replied.

"Can you get him for me? I need to speak to him," she said, running her hands beyond his beard and into his hair.

"I'm afraid I can't," breathed the bartender. "Is there anything I can do?"

"Yes... I need for you to give him a message," she continued, running her forefinger across the bartender's lip and slyly popping a couple of her fingers into his mouth and allowing him to suck them gently.

"What should I tell him?" the bartender managed to say.

"Tell him," she whispered, "there's no toilet paper, hand soap, or paper towels in the ladies room."