She didn’t cut me, so I like her

The Bulgarian has grown on me. No, I don’t mean like a lung-eating mold but more like a barnacle, which is harmless. She treated me and my coworker to lunch today. I was very excited to chump down on my take-out chili con carne burrito and tortilla chips. However, as always, her overbearing nature took over.  She wanted desserts and we were to have desserts with her or else.  So I walked down to Bread Factory to get her requested pastries to avoid the wrath of my scary Armenian one.  Unfortunately, it’s been raining all day but she somehow felt perturbed that I had gotten her papers wet when I sat the bag down on her desk. Still, it was nice of her to treat us to the forced lunch per her tradition. Still, I’m petrified of her and I plan to buy mace before last day. I must state, in her defense, that the canoli was delicious.

~ by breadlinepalace on May 16, 2008.