
Originally Posted by
Diana Renata
The guys here at work used to give me crap, but now they just know I eat weird and have given up trying to convince me to eat their junk. I still get playful ribbing though.
I remember one conversation>
Supervisor: There are doughnuts out front.
Me: Ok, thanks. (I didn't go get one.)
An hour later...
Supervisor: There are doughnuts out front you know.
Me: Yeah, I know. I don't want one.
Supervisor: Oh go get one.
Me: I don't want one.
Supervisor: Go get one!
Me: I don't WANT one. I don't eat wheat.
Supervisor: GO GET A DOUGHNUT!
Me: NO!
The end.

Nice. I had something similar to this, with respect to pot pie. I've been able to tell, through enough exposure, the difference between a real egg crust, and a wheat-induced one. I luckily handed off the extra pot pie to a fellow eater, at this dinner function I participated in. I just responded, I didn't have any. Surprisingly, I didn't get any questions as to why.
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