I work from home as a computer IT geek consultant. Here, working in my house, I can get up from the couch when workload permits, and make a sandwich, or reheat some left overs. It wasn’t always that way though. I used to work in an office building in downtown Boston with a few dozen other folks, where I was made to either eat lunch at 12 if workload permitted, and I was … not force, but limited to eating with a bunch of people, or not eating… and I was still with said bunch of people.
“So,” I said after noticing the styrofoam had a telltale orange fingerprint… I saw the jackass, sitting at the table in the shared lunch room, eating a barbeque chicken breast. Yes, that’s right, he ate one of my buffalo wings, EVEN THOUGH he brought his own lunch.
“How’s the chicken,” I asked feeling much the winner. You dirt bag… teach you a lesson you sleaze… “It’s good,” he said.
“No, man, I mean my buffalo chicken,” I said.
“I didn’t eat your chicken,” he lied.
“Yeah ya did man.”
He smirked and nodded… “Yeah, ya got me. How’d you know?” he asked as if he were just admitting to nothing at all.
“There’s buffalo sauce all over your face and under your fingernails you slob.”
“Heh,” he said dismissively. Bastard didn’t even care!
I wanted to poke him in the eye… I finally hatch a freakin master plan to teach him a lesson, and he’s too stupid to even realize he had just eaten the hottest f*cking sauce! AND I totally outted him in front of everyone and he didn’t give a rats ass!
Totally ruined my week. Hell, I’m still pissed.
You ever have someone eat your lunch? … and not that it doesn’t happen to me here at home either… But it’s different here.
…I’m all out of the hottest f*ucking sauce.
god those wings look good…