Guilty Conscience.
After distributing a box of cupcakes around for D’s birthday, I started discussing a newly hired woman with S at his doorway, which is adjacent to P’s office.
Me: So, does she seem capable?
P (shouting from his office): NO!
Me (thinking he’s talking about the new hiree): What, P?
P: OH NEVERMIND!
Me: Wait, seriously, what?
P: I didn’t eat all of the cupcakes!
Me: What the fuck are you talking about, P?
P: I thought you said, “So, did he eat them all?”
Me: Jesus Christ.
Me: So, does she seem capable?
P (shouting from his office): NO!
Me (thinking he’s talking about the new hiree): What, P?
P: OH NEVERMIND!
Me: Wait, seriously, what?
P: I didn’t eat all of the cupcakes!
Me: What the fuck are you talking about, P?
P: I thought you said, “So, did he eat them all?”
Me: Jesus Christ.
