Communal refrigerator.

We have a cafeteria in our building and it is a nice cafeteria however, they just doubled their prices. In a moment of rebellion we decided to make our own breakfasts in the morning. I volunteered to bring eggs because, of course, I have chickens. Someone else brought ham, salsa, tortillas etc. We decided to just keep the breakfast items in the office communal refrigerator and that’s where today’s story begins. Gloria went in the kitchen this morning to make a breakfast sandwich and cracked an egg and it was hard boiled. We had used some out of the 18 pack on Friday and they weren’t boiled. This mystery just didn’t make sense. So Gloria tried one from the other side of the pack. No, it was hard boiled too. She came and asked me if I had hard boiled them. No? Hmm, maybe Randy boiled them and I didn’t know about it. It’s so unlike him to boil them and not mark them, but who knows. Anything is possible.
Somehow it came around the office that someone was playing a trick on us. What a funny trick. Take someone’s eggs home and hard boil them? Sounds like a lot of work for a joke.
Anyway, today there are 5 women in the office who are celebrating 30 years of service today and there is an anniversary party. One of the women had gone out during her lunch yesterday and did some of the shopping for the party. She was planning on making potato salad and bought a bunch of eggs. When she left work she got home and realized she had forgotten the eggs. She called another coworker and told her she had forgotten the eggs and asked her to take all the eggs out of the refrigerator and take them home and hard boil them. So she did just what she was told. She took all of the eggs out of the refrigerator and took them home and boiled them. This morning when they realized what they had done, at first they were worried I’d be mad. When they really thought about it, I assume they realized they were dealing with me and really, how mad do I ever get? So they decided not to tell me and just watch to see what my reaction would be. Funny thing is the joke ended up not being on me, but on poor Gloria. So the eggs weren’t a joke they were a mistake and we all got a good laugh out of it.
The woman who was supposed to take the eggs home originally felt so bad she made deviled eggs out of them and we had breakfast anyway. What a hoot. Or a cluck….
Oh look…. A chicken.