A blinking

It starts much like a jar of rare jelly purchased for a house full of children, where there exists a tension of calm excitement whilst the object is untouched until some brave or authorized sole begins the excavation of goodness and in so doing labels the said subject fair game, subsequently gravitating the others, like careful vultures to feed greedily upon that which was once untouchable. In the corporate world this phenomenon still exists and indeed leaves the participants abundantly supplied with sustenance. Not that this has much to do with what happened next, although perhaps left suffering from an inexcusable state of drowsiness we may have been compromised in our ability to maintain sane and proper dialog.

"Did somebody say 'A blinking'??" yells the PM from his office across the narrow path.
The investigation begins as four detectives and three non-volunteered bystanders attempt to embrace the situation.
"What?"
"Abe Lincoln"
"Abe Lincoln?"
"Did someone just say Abe Lincoln?"
"Wait, 'a blinking' or 'Abe Lincoln'?"
"I think I ate too much."
"Gotta watch your weight, eh?" (he's Canadian)
"No wait"
"Down with weight!"
"Who needs weight!"
"No wait as in waiting for something."

The good news is the Rubios lunch came with an entire bag of salted chips, offering us all the ability to save several hundreds of dollars on groceries if only we dared to embrace the Tapatio & chip diet.