4 o'clock drama!

Just for a minute it appeared things would go horribly wrong. My sandwhcih-origami-skills are being copied by my colleagues, and somewhere between the cantine and the workfloor, two breadrolls had traded places.

[ they looked so alike... ]

Spot the two differences...

And so it happended that I heard a scream of agony and horror: "this isn't my sandwich, there's no letuce on this one, but some wierd white stuff..?!"

[ my cream cheese breadroll had been unpacked by the wrong hands... ]

Luckily we were able to return the sandwiches to their rightful eater. Although there was some confusion again after the bread had possed for their picture...