The holiday luncheon ended up being on-again. We went to DeAngelo’s, and one coworker molested every goddamned piece of bread in the bread basket. This is the same person who, last week, I caught sneezing into their hand before using the aforementioned to rummage around in a coworker’s candy bowl. Not the sort of person you want touching food you’re about to eat.
What the hell is wrong with people?
red paper boat 