I was starving. I opened the office fridge and saw a fancy-looking sandwich. Turkey, avocado, crispy bacon—way better than my sad peanut butter and jelly. I looked around. No one was watching. I grabbed it, ate every bite, and tossed the wrapper like it never existed.
The next day, I brought my own sandwich—same peanut butter and jelly. I took a big bite and gagged. My tongue was on fire. My throat burned. I rushed to the sink, chugging water.
Then I saw the sticky note in the fridge: “To the person who stole my lunch, I added a little something special to yours today. Enjoy. :)”
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Standing at the counter of the pizza place I work at, a lady storms in and slams a pizza down on the counter. “This isn’t the pizza I ordered. What are you going to do about it?” she asked.
I look at the pizza, then at my buddy Nick, and turn back to her and say, “Nothing.” She then goes on a long rant, telling us how we are going to be fired, how stupid and incompetent we were, then asked why we weren’t going to do anything.
I said, “Because that pizza came from the pizza shop across the street.” I think she actually managed to shrink in size, looking so pathetic, I almost felt bad for laughing until tears dripped down my face. © necrohonkey / Reddit
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