KNOCK, damnit!

Over this past weekend, I bought four pounds of M&Ms. I couldn’t find the dark chocolate ones, and I wasn’t about to sacrifice the one dark chocolate bag I have at home, so I settled for the kinds I like, peanut and mostly chocolate.

Mind you, I’m not actually allowed to eat any of them (damn you, Atkins!), but I brought them in to celebrate my four year anniversary at work. It’s a thing.

But why, oh why, when my office door is CLOSED, did one of my @#$#$%@# coworkers just OPEN IT to talk to me WITHOUT KNOCKING???????


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