Stole My Snacks, Lost His Pride
Fresh out of the National Research Institute, I loaded up on my wife's favorite snacks and ordered a vibrant bouquet of roses, eager to surprise her.
I stashed the treats in her office, then stepped out to grab the flowers.
But in those fleeting minutes, a stranger had ripped open every package and devoured everything.
I glared at him. "Who gave you permission to touch those?"
He shot me a look of pure disdain. "Buzz off, flower boy. Drop your crap and scram!"
The secretary at the door snickered. "You heard the man. He's Ms. Bowman's husband. Better run before he leaves a bad review."
I pulled out my phone and called my wife. "Who is this guy in your office?"