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Yeah...what?
Apr. 2nd, 2010 09:12 pmToday some co-worker had a half a dozen bagels left over and was going to throw them away. I grabbed them and took them to my desk.
A few minutes later I decided to munch one. So, I grab a chocolate chip bagel and start to head to the break room to nuke it. While leaving the cubicle, I almost run into a temp co-worker.
She looks at my bagel and says, "What's that?"
"It's a chocolate chip bagel!" I answer happily.
She looks at me, then looks at the bagel. "It looks sweet". She says.
Now, a chocolate chip bagel just looks like a bagel. Truth be told, they are kind of weird looking. It's a plain white bagel with brown spots. It looks like a bagel.
"Um...it's a chocolate chip bagel."
"But, it looks sweet." She says again, standing in the middle of the isle, blocking my way to the microwave. Again with the looking at me and the bagel and back.
OK.
"Yeah..."
"It looks...sweet."
By this time I've had it and just squeeze by her and head to the break room.
"I'm just saying that it look sweeeeeet." She says to my back.
Later, it occurs to me that she may have been trying to call me fat. But, I'll give her the benefit of the doubt. Especially since she lives in a glass house. Anyone who wears so much perfume you can smell her coming and going, wears fuck-me pumps to work and walks like a duck has no ammunition to comment on my size.
Just saying...
A few minutes later I decided to munch one. So, I grab a chocolate chip bagel and start to head to the break room to nuke it. While leaving the cubicle, I almost run into a temp co-worker.
She looks at my bagel and says, "What's that?"
"It's a chocolate chip bagel!" I answer happily.
She looks at me, then looks at the bagel. "It looks sweet". She says.
Now, a chocolate chip bagel just looks like a bagel. Truth be told, they are kind of weird looking. It's a plain white bagel with brown spots. It looks like a bagel.
"Um...it's a chocolate chip bagel."
"But, it looks sweet." She says again, standing in the middle of the isle, blocking my way to the microwave. Again with the looking at me and the bagel and back.
OK.
"Yeah..."
"It looks...sweet."
By this time I've had it and just squeeze by her and head to the break room.
"I'm just saying that it look sweeeeeet." She says to my back.
Later, it occurs to me that she may have been trying to call me fat. But, I'll give her the benefit of the doubt. Especially since she lives in a glass house. Anyone who wears so much perfume you can smell her coming and going, wears fuck-me pumps to work and walks like a duck has no ammunition to comment on my size.
Just saying...
