Bagel Bars

This is the incident that so enraged me, I got off my lazy but and started a blog.

For the past couple days this has been building up and it's about to reach a violent crescendo if I do not vent.

I get a bagel everyday. I toast it and then I usually slop some peanut butter on it, no jelly, I know it is weird.

So I am upstairs in the little cafe in my workplace and I toast my bagel and I go to put my pb on it.

I turn, and there's this guy standing there, talking with some woman and slowly, ever so slowly buttering his bagel.

That's fine. But the fact that's he's sitting dead center of the condiment bar is what sets me off.

I don't know if you know what I am talking about so I will attempt to describe it. The bar is about 8 feet long, filled with ice, and there are maybe 12 different containers, ranging from butter to cream cheese and everything in between and beyond.

My peanut butter is on one end, and the butter is on the other, plenty of room for both condiments to be used, but this jerk, is standing dead center effectively blocking me off from the pb.

I was going to strangle him, but knowing that would cause me to lose my job, I restrained myself and patiently waited for him to move and stop flirting.