Funny story: Yesterday I ate a piece of cake that was sitting out on our community table at work. I asked everyone in the break room if it belonged to anyone. I was told no. That everyone had gone next door and picked up goodies for everyone to share and it must be out and up for grabs. Like the girl I am I opted for the sliver of chocolate decadence. I swear within a few seconds of devouring it a co worker walks in and is visibly upset. When I asked what was wrong she asked if I’d seen a piece of chocolate cake on the table. Although my first instinct was to want the earth to open up and swallow me whole, I said “yes, I just finished eating it. I’m sorry, I asked if it belonged to anyone and I was told no.” Just then, I was informed my client had arrived and I left the room.
As I left for the day I was telling my husband and friend what I had done. As they laughed with mass hysteria and teased me they said “this is why I love you!”