When I was in the Navy, a dude kept eating my fucking chips and salsa. It was a small work center, we all knew whose shit was whose in our tiny fridge. So one day I put really fucking hot hot sauce in my salsa and left it in the fridge. Motherfucker has the gall to get pissed at me like I’m the asshole. He didn’t eat my salsa again after that.
A guy was drinking and eating people’s food at a job I had.
One day someone peed in a pepsi can and put it back in the fridge.
Later the guy comes out of the kitchen screaming he’s gonna punch whoever did that.
The Big boss comes out of his office and asks him why he drank someone else open can? And when he almost got calm the boss told him to leave and never come back, since he said he would hit someone and that taking sips out of others drinks was unsanitary.
It was soooo funny to see him leave in rage, hit the store sign and hurt himself doing so.
The guy who peed in the can was scared to lose his job. The boss told him “next time to come to me before taking drastic actions” and all was swell.
I had a roommate burn a bunch of shit from our garage because he didn’t know who owned it.
He’s like, “I asked the other roommate and he said it wasn’t his so I figured it was just here with the apartment.”
“Motherfucker there are 3 people that live here. If it’s not yours, and it’s not the other guy’s, it’s probably fucking mine and you should ask before you just light shit on fire.”
Normally I’d think it was because he just didn’t like me, but after knowing the guy, he was just an actual idiot.
The inside corner of his shoes were warped and smashed because he’d just slip his feet into his shoes and wiggle em in. Dude was so lazy I was convinced he never washed his water bottle and had mono or something cause the dude even spoke slow, like Kevin from the office
Duh, a sandwich left in the fridge is the kind of thing no one would ever expect being someone’s personal lunch. You’re obviously in the wrong to complain about it. Asshole.
I know, right? I often go shopping and buy ingredients and (sometimes) cook those ingredients, then slice them, assemble a sandwich, pack it, bring it to work, put it in the staff fridge and… then… do you know what… I just end up hoping someone will eat it so I don’t have to. Why else would I just leave it sitting around in a lunchbox with my name on?
I literally had this argument with the coworker who would eat other people’s food:
“ did you eat my fucking sandwich??”
“Oh. It was yours?”
“Why the fuck would you do that??”
“Well i didn’t know it was yours”
“But you knew for certain it wasn’t YOURS, since you didn’t make and bring it!”
“People should label stuff if they don’t want it to get eaten”
Most frustrating person i ever met. Laziest fuck ever too. This guy couldn’t walk without dragging his feet
When I was in the Navy, a dude kept eating my fucking chips and salsa. It was a small work center, we all knew whose shit was whose in our tiny fridge. So one day I put really fucking hot hot sauce in my salsa and left it in the fridge. Motherfucker has the gall to get pissed at me like I’m the asshole. He didn’t eat my salsa again after that.
A guy was drinking and eating people’s food at a job I had.
One day someone peed in a pepsi can and put it back in the fridge.
Later the guy comes out of the kitchen screaming he’s gonna punch whoever did that.
The Big boss comes out of his office and asks him why he drank someone else open can? And when he almost got calm the boss told him to leave and never come back, since he said he would hit someone and that taking sips out of others drinks was unsanitary.
It was soooo funny to see him leave in rage, hit the store sign and hurt himself doing so.
The guy who peed in the can was scared to lose his job. The boss told him “next time to come to me before taking drastic actions” and all was swell.
In the end it was a beautiful day!
I had a roommate burn a bunch of shit from our garage because he didn’t know who owned it.
He’s like, “I asked the other roommate and he said it wasn’t his so I figured it was just here with the apartment.”
“Motherfucker there are 3 people that live here. If it’s not yours, and it’s not the other guy’s, it’s probably fucking mine and you should ask before you just light shit on fire.”
Normally I’d think it was because he just didn’t like me, but after knowing the guy, he was just an actual idiot.
I don’t like violence.
But some people need to get punched in the mouth
That fucking drives me up the wall. How did your parents fail so badly that they couldn’t teach you to pick up your feet?
The inside corner of his shoes were warped and smashed because he’d just slip his feet into his shoes and wiggle em in. Dude was so lazy I was convinced he never washed his water bottle and had mono or something cause the dude even spoke slow, like Kevin from the office
Duh, a sandwich left in the fridge is the kind of thing no one would ever expect being someone’s personal lunch. You’re obviously in the wrong to complain about it. Asshole.
I know, right? I often go shopping and buy ingredients and (sometimes) cook those ingredients, then slice them, assemble a sandwich, pack it, bring it to work, put it in the staff fridge and… then… do you know what… I just end up hoping someone will eat it so I don’t have to. Why else would I just leave it sitting around in a lunchbox with my name on?