The boys at work are all insisting that I am mean to them, so I challenge Chris. "Give me an example! What have I done to you that's so mean?"
He smiles and without saying anything, picks up the red mini Swingline stapler that I encased in Jell-O.
"Oh no," I say, "You can't count that! I gave that to you! It was a gift!"
He smiles again, puts down the stapler and picks up the new box of Jell-O I bought him and raises it high above his head in triumph.
But I shoot down this victory and shout, "No way! I bought that for you because you were all sad that I gave you an empty box and you don't have food in your apartment!"
He laughs this time, turns to his desk and thrusts his fist in the air. A fist that clutches both the stapler and the Jell-O obviously indicating the now infamous Stapler in Jell-O incident:
I laugh. And he sits there waiting for a response, fist still pumped in victory and smug smile across his face.
"Well," I start, "I mean, that...was funny."
Love,
Katie