Mike had a crowd of coworkers around his cubicle while he recounted his trip to the top floor.
“Listen, I was so mad about the email that I just had to go up there,” Mike said, sitting on his desk so everyone could see him. “What nerve does our boss have, telling us we must tell him where we’re going to lunch in case he wants us to pick something up for him? We barely get any time off, and now we must worry about lunch for him?”
The crowd around the cubicle agreed.
“I was ready to take him down. He was going to buy me lunch by the end of it. He would hear a piece of my mind, so I went up there to let him have it.”
“Way to go, Mike!” Beatrice cheered.
“So, how’d he take it?” Leslie asked.
“Well, it turned out he was on a conference call. So he muted himself and asked what I wanted. I panicked. So I asked if he wanted anything from Subway,”
Mike held up a bag. The crowd groaned.
“Anyway, I’m going back up there now to deliver the lunch and give that guy a piece of my mind.”