I get the Douche Award this time! There’s no escaping it. Yesterday at work I was hungry for a post-breakfast snack. I know. I know. I shouldn’t be snacking. I’m on a diet. Anyhow, on the office kitchen counter there were 3 glorious chocolate cupcakes topped with dollops rich buttercream frosting.
I was just about to rapture one when my conscience convinced me otherwise. Instead I figured I’d curb my hunger by sniffing the cupcake (to me it makes sense.) I opened the carboard lid and shoved my face in the box.
Unfortunately my depth of perception was way off and my nose went right in the frosting. Correction. My sweaty, oily nose went right in the frosting. I then reenacted the scene for a co-worker (who was probably creeped out by me). So if you glossed over the first part my nose dipped into one particular frosted cupcake two times.
HERE’S THE DOUCHEY PART
Instead of discarding the cupcake I left it in the box. Never bothering to think anyone would eat it. I’m mean there are 3 cupcakes. Who’s going to choose the one with the nose print in the frosting? Someone did! Yep, I came back from lunch and it was gone. Now my office is small enough where I could fess up and come clean to everyone very easily. Sadly I chose not to take the high road. So now someone has no clue that a cupcake with an oily, sweaty nose-print is digesting in their belly. Am I douche? Be honest.
On a more positive note...
Scifi horror fans!!
Check out this year’s web-guilty pleasure The Apocalypse Diaries! Stuff goes uber-wrong in LA creating a horrific aftermath! And I ain't givin' away the rest. See it for youself at MiShorts.com