As you may be aware by now, cooking and meal planning is not my strongest suit. So one Wednesday afternoon, I was rummaging through the work fridge, trying to make some sort of concoction for lunch out of rogue items I had brought in over the past few days.
After quite a bit of work, I was able to scrounge up edamame, carrots, spinach, cheese, a tomato & some salad dressing (leftover from a client meeting) and things were looking pretty good.
I put my plate on the edge of the counter as I was cleaning up the knife and other supplies and chatting with Kattie and another coworker, when a third co-worker came by. He reached his hand out - and I am not making this up - grabbed a handful of my dressed salad off my plate!
My jaw dropped in disbelief "What? What are you doing?" I cried, as Kattie and my co-worker burst into laughter.
Did that just happen?
"What?" Coworker asked between bites, is this not just leftovers from the meeting?
"No! That's my lunch!" I sighed.
"Oh, sorry," he mumbled. "I'll bring you a tomato tomorrow."
That is not even the point. Who eats dressed salad with their bare hands, when it's not even theirs!
And for some reason this is not the first time something like this has happened to me. Last year at the Chiefs game there were 2 different people who took french fries out of my order of fries as I was walking back to my seat.
2 people I didn't even know.
How is this something that happens?
And BTW - the next day my co-worker brought me a tomato.
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