Somebody Needs a Time Out

Good people,

When I tell you the following story please try to keep in mind that I am talking about a grown-ass woman here and not a two-year-old.

So a member of the Happy Cappy Investment Team comes into the kitchen looking for some mint tea. Now we have lots of a certain type of mint tea--"Mint Medley" or something like that--but she wants a different type of mint tea. So she asks if I can order the the specific type of tea she desires. She wants her mint sans medley. Okay, reasonable enough, right?

Well, I explain that we only have so much space and we need to get rid of this OTHER mint tea before we can order more. I figure we're talking two, maybe three weeks.

So what does she do? When she thinks no one's looking (my office is spitting distance from the kitchen so I see all) SHE TAKES THE MINT TEA OFF OF THE SHELF AND THROWS IT OUT! I can only imagine that she's hoping that I will check the inventory, see that we are running low on mint tea and order her preference. Apparently I am too stupid to notice that *alla-kazam* six boxes of mint tea are missing 15 minutes later after our interaction. Nor am I supposed to notice that there's six boxes of mint tea SITTING ON TOP OF THE GARBAGE.

You want it that badly buy your own fucking tea. I know these are hard economic times but I think your $100,000+ salary will cover a few boxes of Lipton Mint Tea.

Won't she be surprised next month when I double the order for Mint Medley?

Revenge is a beverage best served hot with a minty-medleyness.