Thursday, June 3, 2010

But Those Aren't My Brownies...

You know since I’ve started this blog, I’ve had difficulty finding amusing things to write about. It’s as if my co-workers know I’m blogging and they’re not going to say or do anything funny because they simply don’t want to become a post. So I have to find the humor in the smallest of situations. So here we go…

The other day I’m working the access desk (where employees sign in at the beginning of their shift and sign out when they leave) and the restaurant staff was leaving. There’s always one guy who leaves last. He’s very sweet and I can tell he makes an effort to make me laugh every day before he walks out the door. To be honest even though we speak almost every day, I don’t know his name, but in the back of my head I call him “Spoony.” Why?? Ok, stay with me now, remember back in the day when you got those small individual cups of ice cream (like back in elementary school when they allowed class parties?) and it would have that tiny wooden spoon for you to eat it with? Well he looks like that spoon. No really, he looks like a small wooden spoon. So for the purpose of this post we will call him “Spoony.”

So Spoony is leaving work and he’s signing out. We’re talking as usual and having a great laugh, when suddenly he says, “What is that?!!” I didn’t even have to turn around to know what he was talking about. One of my co-workers brought in a huge tray of brownies. I mean the kind of platter that has 3 tiers and all 3 had brownies on it. But because it was late in the day, a lot of the brownies were gone. Before I could even answer Spoony, he says, “Are those brownies?!!” I already know where this is going, so I say, “Yep.” So he looks at me with those big brown eyes and his face is lit up in anticipation waiting for me to offer him a brownie. Believe me I would love to offer him a brownie but the truth is those aren’t my brownies! But I didn’t want to disappoint him and I’m pretty sure my co-worker would not have cared. So I said, “Would you like to…” and before I could even finish, his hand was out. I gave him a brownie but in the back of my head I had a fear that as soon as I put that brownie in his hand my co-worker would come around the corner and say something like, “What are you doing? Those aren’t YOUR brownies to give out.” Luckily she didn’t come around the corner and Spoony got his brownie. You’d think he’d bring me something from the restaurant in return, but no such luck…oh well.

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