Someone's a little peeved about my, Sarah's and Heather's excessive use of commenting
on Monday's post. You're right, and I apologize. But some of the blame must be laid at the feet of Blogkomm
, for all their redundant commenting problems.
In related news, Sarah
has moved over to The Minister
. I will miss the Geocities pop up ads, for sure, but welcome the comments. Hey, where are the comments?? (I think I have a commenting problem...)
As my Microsoft cafeteria cohorts have attested to before, a trip to the "Cosmic Cafe" is never complete without an embarassing run-in or a suspect side dish. Recently, all of the below have been part of my lunchtime experience:
a. A food compilation that resulted in a charge of $6.66.
Since this also just happened to Heather
, at her local grocery, I figure we must be cursed. Completely cursed.
b. Victim of false poultry-smuggling accusations.
Today the check-out guy looked at the salad bar fixins piled on top of my veggie burger with great hesitation and suspicion. When I, in a flustered state, tried to explain away my excessive use of the salad bar for sandwich toppings, he looked at me a little funny and proceeded to tell the tale of a guy at his last job who would attempt to hide three or four chicken breasts under his salad on a daily basis. I assured him this was not the case here. I mean, they don't even serve
actual chicken at our cafeteria.
c. Victim of false "hey don't I know you" recognition.
This happens quite often at and around the cafeteria, and manifests itself in different, equally uncomfortable situations. Take this one, also today: I said "Hello, John, how are you?" to a coworker I know while accumulating the aforementioned fixins. Another guy, to the left of me, apparently also named John (what are the chances??) replied, "Hi, fine thanks! And you?" Unfortunately I had no idea who John #2 was, so instead of trying to explain this and further confuse the situation, I chose to ignore him. Always a beacon of fine manners, I am.
d. The infamous salad bar maxing out.
Occurs on a regular basis.
It's a tricky, tricky place, this Cosmic Cafe. And I think I failed to mention that yesterday, my manager brought a bird to our weekly group meeting. A bird that proceeded to shit all over the conference room chairs, table, and then, finally, her shoe. Not that this has anything to do with the Cafe, of course. At least not that I know of. Yet.