Not on purpose, but one day in the staff room there was a plate of rectangular cookies sitting there, with a note : "Help yourself".
I did. Damned near broke a tooth with the first bite they were so hard, so I soaked them in my coffee. Kinda bland, granola tasting things, but not bad.
A while later Nancy asked, " What do you think of the dog cookies I brought in.?"
But I got even. A few weeks later she was showing off her newly pierced nose. I offered (on my way out the door - I ain't no dummy and I'd known her for years) to go fetch her a bone from the plate of Buffalo Wings Ed had brought in.
Wow, from Winchester ID? My relatives were from up there. I'm from Lewiston originally. Fished a bunch in Winchester Lake when I was a kid and shot a lot of whitetails, coons and few badgers up that way. Mom was born in Ferdinand. Relatives in Grangeville also.
Someday someone may kill you with your own gun, but they should have to beat you to death with it because it is empty.
Not on purpose, but one day in the staff room there was a plate of rectangular cookies sitting there, with a note : "Help yourself".
I did. Damned near broke a tooth with the first bite they were so hard, so I soaked them in my coffee. Kinda bland, granola tasting things, but not bad.
A while later Nancy asked, " What do you think of the dog cookies I brought in.?"
But I got even. A few weeks later she was showing off her newly pierced nose. I offered (on my way out the door - I ain't no dummy and I'd known her for years) to go fetch her a bone from the plate of Buffalo Wings Ed had brought in.
Puts me in mind of a workplace incident years ago. A couple of guys working in the same general area of quite a large toolroom (probably 150 or 200 toolmakers and machinists over three shifts)...Hector had a habit of helping himself to a sandwich from John's lunchbox. One Monday night John asked him how he'd liked his sandwich that night. Hector told it it was pretty good. John then informed him that they'd been castrating pigs that weekend and what he'd eaten wasn't chicken salad. That put an end to itl.
