Water Cooler Lesson of the Week:
Before you indulge in the office’s free lunch, consider the hands that made and touch it.
A couple of months ago, a coworker of mine brought in a homemade carrot cake. He placed it on a nearby island for anyone with a sugar jones to enjoy. The frosting was creamy and inviting. The cherries on top looked fresh and sweet. But I was halfway through my slice of cake when I noticed Amy’s stern look.
“What?” I said, with my mouth full.
She asked me, “Why are you eating from them?”
I searched her face for any sign of humor or glee. But there was none. She was all business.
But I had no idea where she was coming from. “What do you mean?”
“You know we don’t eat from them. You only see them here but who knows what their habits are like at home. You don’t know what their kitchens look like. You don’t know if they’re clean. And some of them you know for sure aren’t!”
Another friend told me a similar story of a former coworker who would always share her dishes with the office. My friend never partook of the offered treats due to the fact that said coworker went dumpster diving on a regular basis.
My appetite suddenly gone, I looked down at my slice of cake and slowly flipped it over into a nearby trashcan.
Recently, a dessert of a giant chocolate dipped, candy confetti encrusted fortune cookie was placed in the kitchen. I watched as whole palms groped the cookie, noses swept over the chocolate, and coffee-odored breath moistened the sprinkles.
While watching, I saw Amy out of the corner of my eye. She smirked and gave me a knowing nod.
That’s why we don’t eat from them.