The Last Thing You Thought...

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And I almost always ask before I take the bag.
today, not so much.

And that's part of the irritation. You begin to scold yourself for checking that your sandwich, bagel, whatever is right.

And then, if you're as arrogant as I am, you begin to feel angry at yourself for doing so because making a sandwich isn't really that fucking difficult. They didn't have to put together figures or arrange a report. They had to put the right kind of peppers on your turkey club. They had to listen and read and make a fucking sandwich.

It's infuriating. It's a huge pet peeve of mine.
 
How dare you take my breakfast!
Pounce
*turns to dodge the pounce, holding said breakfast bag in the air.*

Ok, ok...nobody has to get hurt. Let's just make this easy. You have something I want, and I have somethig you want. Just...hand over the cheese.

*winks and licks my lips*
 
My attempts at literary eloquence are failing this morning.
I need caffeine.

*glances up*
Wait. Lady went to fast food and didn't get me coffee?
HeyWhatTheHell?
*pouts*
 
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