Tuesday, January 25, 2011

For the love of caek.

BRO: bring me some caek

ME: come get it yourself.

‎‎BRO‎‎: you should come down, actually.

‎‎ME‎‎: no.
i'm busy.

‎‎BRO‎‎: well

‎‎ME‎‎: if i leave my desk, chaos will ensue

‎‎BRO‎‎: when you get a minute
get me some caek plzkthx

‎‎ME‎‎: you can't be brought your cake and eat it too
you must earn it.

‎‎BRO‎‎: when you come down, you will see why i earned it.

‎‎ME‎‎: i refuse to be seen getting a second slice of cake.

‎‎BRO‎: ugh. tell them it's for your lazy bro

‎‎ME‎‎: that's exactly what they would expect me to say if i was trying to make an excuse for why i was having a second slice of cake before 0930.

‎‎BRO‎‎: the caek wouldn't be out at 9am unless it wanted to be eaten


‎‎BRO‎‎: help me.
you're my only hope.
...for caek.

‎‎ME‎‎: i will give you my plate and fork.
that is all i can do.
you must do this on your own.
it is your task.
your quest.

‎‎BRO‎‎: well now, which is seriously worse:
someone who works in the vicinity of the caek getting a second piece
or someone who works downstairs, explicitly seeking the caek, then walking through the halls with the caek
head hung in shame, tears falling into the buttercream frosting

‎‎ME‎‎: you could eat it at my desk.

‎‎BRO‎‎: your area is moderately crowded

‎‎ME‎‎: not today.
leach, do you hear that?
it is the cake.
it is calling to you.
begging to be eaten.
to be savored.

‎‎BRO‎‎: i'm going to walk up there and talk to you like none of this ever happened.
then you will tell me there is caek.
and we will get it.
‎that is what will happen.*

*That is what happened.

1 comment:

Monica said...

You make everyday conversations interesting and funny.

Thanks, needed that today.