Maybe I am paranoid, but I do know when they’re talking about me.

I walked into the kitchen today (at work) and my boss was in there talking to this woman all whisper whisper.

No, I don’t think they were talking about me. But it reminded me about yesterday, which I meant to post, and then, well, ya know…

I was done working out and I needed to buy some lettuce and tomato from the salad bar, because I was feeding my daughter a chicken patty sandwich and (I thought) she was going to want that on it. Of course she proceeded to remove every last little grape tomato I had lovingly cut in half and placed on her sandwich. Hey, more for me!

But anyway, as I’d walked in I saw that my RLF’s (so-called) were all sitting at their favorite lunch-time-wasting table on the other side of the cafeteria. I ignored them, as I always do, and went to getting my lettuce and tomato. I needed to get upstairs and make my lunch, cause I was hungry. Well as I’m gathering my tomatoes, I hear laugh laugh laugh. Now I’m getting some lettuce. Now it’s louder, laugh laugh laugh laugh. Hey, some onion, I love onion on my chicken patty sandwich! Even louder, laugh laugh laugh laugh laugh. You *cannot* tell me they weren’t doing that to get my attention, you just can’t.

Turd heads, all of ‘em.