Monday, March 06, 2006

 

I'm not crazy!

I really started to second guess myself. Perhaps my granola bar wasn't stolen. Perhaps I had snacked unknowingly and now was just trying to place blame.

This afternoon, as my coworkers and I discussed that the cafeteria prices had risen over 50% last week, I mentioned that I now was going to bring more food to work rather than purchase it from the forever-increasing fees that are food Bank of America. But I needed to hide my bounty as last week I had a granola bar stolen.

"How do you know it was stolen" asks Ashley.

"Well because," I started to recount my mathematical deduction of six days divided by six bars does not equal 1 day left. Before I could even utter the first word, I hear her admit "it was me. I stayed late, the vending machine didn't work, and I was hungry. I'm sorry".

I don't care, but I'm shocked at the level of cover-up required for this deed. First, it is a $0.48 granola bar. Second, you know I'll say yes if you ask. Third, it was a $0.48 granola bar. Why try to cover it up with "how do you know it was stolen"?

Tsk, tsk, tsk. She is totally off of my Christmas Cookie list. Too bad I don't make cookies, and that she's Jewish. But the ill intent is still there!

Comments:
You know, if it was Moose, I would hate him. If it were "sweaty Betty" I wouldnt be surprised. But Ashley? Why wouldnt Ashley tell you? Why did she have to go all covert and snack on your stash? How un-cool is that? It's a good thing she is Jewish becuase she totally just got uninvited to Christmas in July.
 
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