Ah, the holidays in an office. The office manager has a huge bucket of popcorn sent in by a customer.
“Grab you some popcorn,” she says as she hands me a paper towel. “You can put it in this.”
I look, but the thought of putting my hand in a big ol’ bucket where fifity other hands had been makes me want to vomit.
“You’re sweet. But, no thanks.”
“Scrooge.” (She thinks I’m weird anyway, ever since I commented about the decorated tampon machine.)
