The Grapes of Roth

Honestly? The whole point of this entry is so I could make that horrible pun. I’m oh so very sorry.

One of my coworkers brought me grapes today. As in, a whole entire plate of grapes. As in, way more grapes than is probably healthy for me to eat on my own.

See?

I asked if the grapes were for everyone to share and she said that, no, these grapes are for me, no sharing necessary. So, being the selfish glutton that I am, I took her at her word. The grapes are now sitting on my desk and I’m eating them like it was my job. I mean, I’m getting paid while eating them. So, that sortof makes them my job, huh? No? Enh.

I was trying to figure out what I had done to deserve my own plate of delicious grapes when she reminded me of the time that she brought in grapes for everyone to share and I went to chow town on them and polished off a good portion of them myself. So, apparently I am being rewarded for my inability to share. Either that, or these grapes have been loaded down with ex-lax or poison (frankly, I would take the poison) and I’m being punished for my inability to share.

Either way? Mmmmmm….. grapes.