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25 August 2008 @ 11:22 pm
Rice, interrupted  
So I'm at work, standing in the kitchenette, microwaving brown rice for my cheap'n'easy lunch of hummus, pita and rice. There's 22 seconds left on the microwave when a woman who works on my floor walks into the kitchenette, straight to the microwave, and pushes the button to open the door and insert her baked potato and kielbasa. It's such a peculiar affront that I can't really even muster a satisfying "Hey, wait a minute!" or similar interruption. I had been superficially chatting with another woman, who was hanging up a flyer for a bake sale, and thinking to myself, "I really should bring something in," when the incident occurred. Upon seeing my tray of food, the interloper was taken aback. I closed the microwave door and hit start, resuming the heating of my meal.

"I"m sorry," she said, "I didn't notice that it was going." She seemed genuinely flabbergasted. "Really, was the light on? I didn't hear it," she apologizes, before saying she's sorry three more times.

"It's okay," I say, waiting the last 15 seconds, knowing more apologies are coming once the microwave finishes its task. I wait for the three beeps to let me know that the rice is done, remove the glass dish from the oven and discard the wet paper towel into the trash can -- it helps keep the rice moist while reheating -- and place a pita atop so that the rice will warm it.

"That looks good," she says to me.

"It is," I say, "and cheap." I walk back to my desk and erupt into a broad-grinned chuckle. Her brazenness has quite tickled me.
addibec: greater handaddibec on August 26th, 2008 04:18 am (UTC)
Oh, offices. Next time just punch her in the mouth.