Im typing this from work. Fifteen minutes ago, I took a break. I decide oh yeah, it’s Friday Ill have a doughnut. I open the doughnut box, and there’s three doughnuts some prick has bitten off and put back in the fucking box.
What the fuck is the matter with you? What makes you think other people want to eat behind your germ ridden mouth? Have some fuckin courtesy you tacky ass Jerry Springer reject. You might as well have took a shit in the box, jackass!
There’s thirty people here you gave absolutely no thought for. I hope your teeth fall out.
That reminds me of people who squeeze chocolates in and big box to find out the filling. Do you actually think I’m going to eat it after you’ve squeezed the shit out of it?
HA!! It’s my chocolate, ALL MINE, and I’ll squeeze it if I want to
And that thing with the donuts was pretty damn rude. I’m not particularly evil, so I’ll leave it to someone else to come up with proper revenge for any suspects you might have.
We were chatting with the women who work in the plant cafeteria today, and they were telling us about all the different places people pull their money from, to pay for their food.
Socks – the bills are often soaking wet – and athlete’s foot fungus? Ewwwww.
Bras – change, even, not just bills – women pull out the neck of their tee-shirts and rummage around in there, under armpits
And shorts! Those little running shorts – aack!
They said they hate to even pass this money on as change, but they do. And when they’re working the registers, they don’t wear the plastic gloves.
Bleccccch.
But the donut thing is bad. One summer, at a place where I worked, everyone took turns taking orders and running out for food. One guy thought he should be above all that, so when his turn to go came around, he took a bite out of everyone’s order so we wouldn’t make him fetch. Needless to say, he got his own lunch for the rest of the summer. Twit.
