F’ing Candy

Someone left candy on the desks of all the marketers. Beautifully wrapped pieces of artisan candy with petite little bows that matched the brightly colored wrappings.

The marketers were delighted but showed enough common sense to first try to track down who’d given them the treat before ingesting them. Since the engineers hadn’t gotten any candy they asked around our cubes, but didn’t ask me.

“Why the fuck aren’t you asking me if I got you the candy?” I asked one of them, who’d come sashaying around our desks.

“Why aren’t we asking you if you did something nice?” She asked.


She paused, genuinely puzzled. “Have you met you?”