What’s this? Another post? Otherwise known as another kitchen encounter with ignorance
Sometimes I go weeks without a post, but today, lucky readers, you get two posts. That’s right…two posts in one day, and if you are super duper good (and if something else worth posting about happens) I might even write another. Don’t hold your breath though.
I just opened Word to spell check breath. I don’t know why it looks weird to me today, but it does.
So why this two-post day? My friends, I just had another encounter with ignorance in the kitchen at work. I don’t know if I just work with a bunch of guys that are clueless about proper things to say (or not say) to a pregnant lady or if they are just socially awkward. Or as my friend told me after I typed her this story in communicator…social AND awkward…because you can be awkward and be antisocial because of your awkwardness.
Picture it. I walk into lunch to heat up my pizza. Don’t judge my unhealthy lunch choice. We are currently in a clean-out-the-fridge-and-freezer mode at our house, and my lunches have become more random. Not that pizza is random, but I think it might have been in our freezer for awhile. It was way in the back behind the box that only contains orange popsicles because those are the grossest popsicles and I don’t eat them so they stay in the box while all the grapes and cherries get picked out. Poor orange popsicle gets left behind…for…e….ver.
And that was completely random. Anyway, I walk into the kitchen and open one of the microwave doors to throw in my frozen pizza only to discover someone has left their lunch in there even though the timer has gone off. I try not to be this person because I don’t want other people to have to wait nor do I want someone to reach into the microwave and touch my food. I know it is does not belong to one of the guys in there because they are both eating their food, so I casually just say, “Oh, someone left their food in there.” Then I close that microwave door and go over to the other one, which is empty.
A couple seconds later, as I’m standing there waiting for my pizza to heat up, the owner of the food comes back in and takes his food out of the first microwave. One of the guys that was eating makes the comment, “You better be glad you came back. I saw Rebecca trying to steal your food.” Then they get into this <sarcasm font> really funny </sarcasm font> back-and-forth about how I must be A) always hungry and B) a food stealer. One of them even says, “I’m lucky I don’t have a chocolate-covered pickle, or I might be in trouble.”
WHAT? Seriously, people, I’m pregnant not some bear on a rampage in a campground eating everything in sight, digging through trash cans for a snack.
Again, just as with the Santa Claus comment, I didn’t really respond with anything rude and walked out with my pizza.
It’s a good thing that I have some control over my emotions/reactions still or this mama bear might have just gone over and taken a bite out of each one of their lunches.