LATEST DISPATCH: Friday
I was sitting in the break room with Buntop and Mr. Peabody at one table, while Certified, Napoleon, and Constructionbarrel were sitting at another table which was behind us. To our left was a much longer table with a sign on it that read, "Mark's group." On top of that table was spread lots of food, including a cake. Obviously, some other department was having a celebration.
Always nosy, Certified gets up and walks over to the long table.
Certified checks out the food.
Certified grabs a plate.
Certified helps herself to cake.
Certified calmly walks past us and back to her own table.
Buntop and I are being as quiet as we can with our giggle-fit, but then, Winnie (another inmate of ours) joins us at the table, and jokingly says, "Ha! We should check out what THEY brought in." Buntop let loose with a loud peel of laughter, and I whispered to Winnie that Certified had indeed already thought of that and was eating her prey as we spoke. And I know Certified knew that we were laughing at her, and was probably complaining to her two coworkers about how horribly rude we were, but I don't care, because I honestly couldn't help it. In fact, every time I picture her at the "Mark's group" table, I start giggling.
This reminds me of something Mike taught me:
that he never knew when he’d been slighted
so he went to a party
and ate just as hearty
as if he’d been really invited
I have to wonder if she'd been embarrassed if anyone from "Mark's Group" had caught her.