Men at lunch
Since most of my readers are women, allow me to clue you into some of the things that men have going on in their manbrains. Generally, these things surface over the lunch table, where men are men and women are supposed to be subservient. THE SCENE: Our cafeteria at work. [A lunch bag opens] HIM: Let's see what my wife packed me for lunch today. ME: [ smirking and raising one eyebrow] HIM: Ohh ... baloney and cheese. [sounding mildly disgusted] ME: Are these [holding out my hands] working? You could make your own sandwich, no? HIM: [Looking perplexed] Well, everybody has their purpose. At this point I want to hit him with a chair, but I have to work with these people, so I deftly changed the subject. MOTTO: Anything worth complaining about is worth doing something about. If you don't like the sandwich, make the Goddammed thing yourself, buy something or shut the f*** up. THE SCENE: The same cafeteria at work on a different day. I pack my lunch every day. Lately, I have been...