We have a “half-taker” here at my office, and it drives me fucking crazy!
You know the kind of person I’m talking about. The kind of person that sees a tray of cookies or donuts or cupcakes left over from a meeting and they take “half” of one. And leave the other half languishing on the plate.
Why do people do this?
Just fuckin’ take the whole goddamn cookie or donut! Jesus, it ain’t gonna kill you! And if you can’t finish a whole one, then throw the rest away. Or save the other goddamn half for later.
And you KNOW nobody’s gonna eat that lone “half-cookie” left on the community plate… because everyone knows you put your grubby paws all over it to tear it in half in the first place!
Oh, this is rich. Last night when I left, there was one of those half-cookies. Here’s the plate this morning:
That sick fuck took half of the half?!?
And it gets better. Here’s the plate 30 minutes later:
Are you fucking KIDDING me? You couldn’t take a goddamn quarter cookie and felt it necessary to leave an edge?
Seriously, it’s these type of people that make me want to find a clock tower and an AK-47.