A Treasure Found at Home

i had a meeting first thing in the morning with my manager yesterday. i stopped for coffee on the way into work, but didn’t pick up pastries because friday is free pastry day at work. i walked into his office and set down my coffee and papers as he was checking his email.

him: do we have a scheduled meeting, or is this ad hoc?

me: scheduled, an hour. lotus notes stuff.

him: i’m still catching up for the day.

me: well, i planned to go get a pastry, so you have a few more minutes.

him: will you get me one?

me: sure what do you want?

him: a croissant.

me: well, i have dibs on the croissant, so if there’s only one, what do you want instead?

him [crossing the room and putting his hand on the door]: what are we talking about with s today?

me: well, she’s involved because…

he was jogging toward s in the hall; i thought he was going to pull her over, but he ran right past her and turned toward the kitchen… he was going to get that croissant!

i ran out of the office after him, cursing the fact that i hadn’t tied my shoes tight. i felt them slipping each time i cornered around a cube.

we raced the the kitchen and got to the pastries at the same time and causing a big stir. someone suggested we rock-paper-scissors for it. so we did.

round 1: rock rock

round 2: rock rock

round 3: scissors scissors

ah!!!

and in the middle of all that; d came in and speared the croissant with a knife and headed out of the kitchen without a word.