Thursday, January 04, 2007

An Honest-to-God E-mail from Me to a Co-Worker

I have a tasty Subway sandwich with your name on it at my desk. It's untouched by my hands — and it hasn't touched the floor — but the guy who made it did clean up a disgusting floor spill before he threw on my chicken and wrapped it up (without changing his gloves or washing his hands).

That dawned on me halfway back to the office. So now I'm too grossed out to eat it, but it's yours if you want it. Or is that crossing a line for you, too? I know how you like these challenges.

Let me know.


I ain't afraid of no ghost.


He ate it.


What would you have done?


Anonymous said...

Let me see if I understand the path on this:
His hands touched the floor (or something on the floor) then touched your food?

That would be no, I wouldn't eat it. Have you ever seen what is on the floor in a fast food place?

Handful Of Hell said...

I'd pass the buck, up the wager and see if I can find someone else to take the dare ................

if I were a doctor.

And yes, the name-card would have my work-phone on it along with a quote which reads "Check-hen to my clinic" :)

michele said...

The ten second rule only applies when you're relatively sure when the floor was last cleaned...

Strange coincidence that on the same day middle daughter (who works at a sub shop) watched a customer walk out without her sandwich after a coworker coughed all over her food while making it.


disgruntled world citizen said...

ah, darlin, its jus' dirt, i won't hurt.

throw in a nice, ice cold pepsi and the disgruntled one would prolly eat it, too.

Winter said...

I wouldn't trust that co-worker if he brought something for a complany pot-luck dinner..