hell hath no fury

Years ago, when Ted was at his last job, which was a 40 minute drive from home and which had an acre-wide open floor plan for its call centre, one of his coworkers, whom we’ll call Mike, LOVED my toffee. Loved it with a love beyond reason. (It’s as good as my fudge.)

One evening Mike frantically waved Ted down as Ted was heading out the door, already late bc he was always late, bc he couldn’t leave until his last agent was off their last phone call.

Ted, concerned that something was wrong, trekked back across hell’s acre to find out what Mike needed. He got to Mike, and Mike said, “So how close to home would you be by now if I hadn’t waved you down?”

Ted, annoyed, left, arrived home 40 minutes later than usual, & told me this.

I was enraged. I never made toffee again for Ted’s work bc I wanted to be goddamn sure Mike–for whom I had previously made special all-toffee boxes FOR HIM ALONE–never got any more goddamn toffee.

Ted came home from THIS job couple days ago & said, “I saw Mike!”

Me: Did you punch him in the nose for me?

Ted: 😲😲😲??!?!?!?

Me: We are talking about Mike who called you back across the floor & lost us 40 minutes of our precious 1.5 hours of whole-family time daily?

Ted: 😮😮😮😬😬😬😓😓😓
Ted: . o O ( how did i forget SHE NEVER FORGETS AND SHE NEVER FORGIVES )

I don’t know if there’s a moral to this story except I’m still pissed off about being reminded about Mike and wanted to share my fury.

That and, IDK, never piss off a Gemini.