In work, there are sandwhiches made each day for the staff if they want them, and they normally come with some fruit. Yesterday, I snagged a banana thinking that it would do for breakfast today. I thought, "I'll leave it in the fridge and eat it first thing. But what if someone thinks it's fair game, being left in the fridge?" So I get my biro outta my pocket and write COOKS on the skin, and pop it in the fridge.
This morning, there was no sign of my banana. I rummaged through the fridge before coming to the conclusion that someone had eaten it, the cheeky b@stard. I look in the bin and there is the browning skin, with COOKS written on it in big black letters. So I go into class and ask, "Who's eaten the banana outta the fridge?"
"Oh, that was me."
"It had my name on it, did you not see it?"
"Yeah. Why did you write that on it?"
"To stop people from eating it..."
"Oh. But seriously, who writes their name on a banana?"
Am I in the wrong for being astonished at this? I think I might go all out, and come up with some extreme banana security methods, like a refrigerated safe or an electric fence or something. And the bitch who ate my banana deserves to be put on the sex offender's register.
This morning, there was no sign of my banana. I rummaged through the fridge before coming to the conclusion that someone had eaten it, the cheeky b@stard. I look in the bin and there is the browning skin, with COOKS written on it in big black letters. So I go into class and ask, "Who's eaten the banana outta the fridge?"
"Oh, that was me."
"It had my name on it, did you not see it?"
"Yeah. Why did you write that on it?"
"To stop people from eating it..."
"Oh. But seriously, who writes their name on a banana?"
Am I in the wrong for being astonished at this? I think I might go all out, and come up with some extreme banana security methods, like a refrigerated safe or an electric fence or something. And the bitch who ate my banana deserves to be put on the sex offender's register.
