Cake for the kids
My co-workers were very kind and celebrated my birthday, last week. One of the team-let’s call him “Randy” comes into my cubicle before the cake was even cut, first thing in the morning and says “hey, happy birthday…I’m going to take some of the cake home for my kids.”
I was sort of shocked and chuckled and said “uh…ok”. Another coworker witnessed it and was like: did he really say that? But we didn’t think much of it. Coworkers were in and out all day having cake, really there wasn’t much left at the end of the day. Maybe a two or three pieces, which I was planning on sharing with my wife.
With 15 minutes left to go, I get a work phone call. While I’m on the call, I start packing my stuff up and start making my way out the door. I get to the door and stop, still talking on the phone, here comes Randy with paper plates in his hand. He stood in front of me while I was on the call for at least 10 minutes. He starts to get antsy and announces “I’ll just get the cake later”. About 2 minutes later, I get done with the call, and start making my way to the car.
I get halfway across the parking lot and Randy screams my name and he comes jetting towards me and says “can I get some of that cake…for my kids”? I stopped and he says “can I get some”? I said “buddy, there isn’t enough here for all your kids, but…come on man…do you even have a knife to cut this with?”
Randy says “no” raises his hand and looks at it, then looks at me we locked eyes and I thought this SOB…he’s going to claw pieces of cake out of this box!!!
I said “nope sorry” and got out of there!!