I've been trying to blog about two different stories, but work keeps getting in the way. I've decided to tell the shorter of the two cause maybe I can get that done today.
On Wednesdays (cleverly called Donut Wednesdays) at work they provide breakfast: an array of pastries, muffins & donuts. It's a lovely treat. Fridays (Bagel Fridays) they provide bagels and various cream cheeses. Is it sad that I look forward to Wednesdays and Fridays because of this? I'm now vaguely remembering blogging about this before, sorry if it's redundant.
Anyway, yesterday, Donut Wednesday, I rushed into work to get the best pick of muffins. I ran to the big kitchen as soon as I got into the office - there's two guys in the kitchen. I noticed one went for a donut box and he mumbles something about a donut. Then he picks it up with his bare hands, squeezes it, looks at it from all angels and then puts it back down in the box. Eww. I almost said something snide about manhandling the donut and leaving it for someone else, but instead I just slightly half-chuckled. He was like, "yeah, it was really soft." WTF?
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