What She Wore: Skinny blue jeans; white tee; brown courderoy jacket; extremely awesome pair of leather cowboy boots with a two inch heel. I felt like I’d found the holy grail when I discovered them at TJ Maxx the other day.
I work with a woman this year who is by-far the strangest person I’ve met in a professional setting. I’ve met weirder people before–just usually not at work.
The other day she comes into the teachers’ lounge with some chicken fingers and some nachos. I stared greedily at her nachos since that just happens to be one of my achilles heels–I LOVE tortilla chilps and cheese. In a way that is not completely healthy. But that’s probably a blog for another day. ANYWAY–as I was drooling she offered me one,
I couldn’t (I totally could, but I was trying to look restrained).
She then took the nachos, placed them on the table between us and said, I have a confession to make–if you eat some of these it will make me feel less guilty.
I am now a little freaked out–I mean, what is she going to tell me?
I ate your dessert yesterday.
Now this is getting really weird. What are you talking about?
Your fig newtons–I ate them.
Now I just begin to laugh. The day before, I had FORGOTTEN to pack a dessert for myself. Being the junk-food whore that I am, I spent at least five minutes whining about my lack of sugary goodness. Let me just tell you–fig newtons do not count as dessert in my book–oh no. I sometimes have low blood sugar issues, so I keep things like fig newtons stashed all over the place at school, so I can run off and eat a couple if I start feeling woozy. Our school doesn’t have any vending machines, so this is kind of a neccesity. I am also completely willing to share these snacks with anyone who needs a little pick-me up.
Apparently, my co-worker had found the Newtons stuffed into the podium in the room that we share. She was hungry, there’s no vending machine at school, and so she ate them. When lunch rolled around, and I started complaining about my missing dessert she felt certain that she had eaten it. She’d gone to bible study that night, discussed her dilemma, and it was decided that she would have to "confess." I seriously admire for her for having the guts to do that–especially when I never even missed the ole Newtons.
I wonder–would I have the guts to admit something like that? Somehow, I doubt it.
Would you have told?