Last night, Tim took me to the market to buy a few groceries. Yes, he is a sweetie, although I think he secretly was trying to get me to stop feeding his daughter chick-fil-a sandiwches with extra pickle and mayonaisse. Mmmmmm!
We picked up some staples to get me through the work week, which included a few lean cuisines (butternut squash ravioli is my favorite), bananas, apples and cereal. I got excited when I saw a basket of kumquats. I discovered them last fall when we were visitng his grandmother and loved them. I wasn’t sure how much they were so I just grabbed a handful and put them in my basket.
Today I was standing at my desk getting ready for my next feeding to have a snack when I decided to have my kumquats. My coworker asked what they were and I told her. I told her how I had them for the first time a few months ago and was excited to try them again.
“Let me have one,” she demanded.
I told her no that I only had 8. She didn’t say a single word. Just rolled her eyes, turned around and walked away. I’ve been given the silent treatment all afternoon.
Really? You aren’t speaking to me because I wouldn’t give you some of the food my man bought for me? It’s not like she even ASKED for one. She demanded. Are we in the third grade?
This is a person that is old enough to be my mother. And YES, this is also the person that got mad when I wouldn’t burn a copy of my Sade CD. The people I work with are nuckin futs, I tell ya!
Of course some of you would probably say this is just another case of me not showing any compassion. But I’m inclined to not share my fuggin snacks if I don’t feel like it.