You may be asking yourself: What would make Tracy post after so many months? What would be so important as to bring her out of her accidentally-imposed hiatus to pick up the laptop and plunk down some words? 1

Well, it turns out that I just needed a (figurative) kick in the pants. I decided that in the interest of fairness, I would offer my version of the incident.

So there I was on Tuesday, standing in the kitchenette at work, patiently minding my own business, when my co-worker turns around and calls me … cupcake. Now I know that I have the blond thing going for me, and I realize that we work in a fairly open/friendly environment (in fact, it strikes me now that I may have been called cupcake before by yet another coworker), but it did catch me somewhat off guard. After all, I was just standing there innocently, waiting to wash something in the sink. I was tempted to make a joke about “Should I be telling your wife about this?” but left it alone, not sure how it would go over (although I was pretty sure he would think it was funny, since we have never worked directly with each other, I wasn’t 100% sure and decided not to risk it). Of course I still couldn’t resist relaying the story to C during our afternoon coffee date, since he does work with/near the aforementioned wife. And he, of course, could not resist relaying the story to the wife. šŸ™‚

And while my coworker *says* that there was a cupcake on the counter behind me and that he was merely referring to this sugary confection, let me ask you this: do you normally talk to your food? Or a better question, since the cupcake in question did not belong to him but to another coworker: do you normally talk to other people’s food?

I rest my case.

As a side note, when I went to log into Blogger tonight I actually couldn’t remember my username. I went through four usernames and several minutes of staring at the screen before finally remembering it. For a brief second I was a little panicked as I don’t have it written down anywhere. That’ll learn me.

1Some of you may be asking yourself: How come *my* nagging didn’t prompt her to post?!? Luck of the draw my friends, luck of the draw.

 

Previously (the saga continues)