Pregnant Bully Meets Undercover Boss
I was having lunch in the cafeteria when my pregnant coworker, Cindy Jenkins, reached across with her fork and speared the fried chicken drumstick right off my plate.
She did not say a word until she had finished every last bite, then casually remarked, "I'm six months pregnant now, which is when I need the most nutrition. Plus, I'm carrying a boy, the only grandson in my husband's family. Do you all understand how important this baby is?"
I stared at her, dumbfounded. "What's that got to do with me? It's not like I'm the father."
She completely ignored me and said, "I'm just letting you all know. From now on, you're taking turns giving me your chicken drumsticks."
The other coworkers at the table quickly looked down and focused on their food, nobody daring to say anything. Only me, the one person who never backed down, kept staring straight at her.
Cindy slammed her fork onto her tray. "What are you looking at? Your drumsticks are mine from now on, got it?"