I'm sitting here waiting for our weekly meeting. We have this office thing going on about each person being greatly encouraged to bring a snack for the meeting and this week it's my turn. I am bringing donuts. I always bring donuts. It's about the only time I get around to really eating a donut so I feel it's an excuse to eat one of what may possibly be the worst sort of food possible to ingest into your body and redistribute the guilt a little by encouraging my co-workers to indulge a bit themselves. Usually I get them from Shipley's here in the tunnel, but this time I have gotten my ill gotten decadence from HEB in Clear Lake and they wait for me and my co-workers in one of their new reusable shopping bags under my desk. HEB makes some of the best cake donuts I've ever had. The whole thing about bringing snacks has been controversial here. One guy refuses to participate at all. He usually doesn't participate in anything so I am not surprised and I don't believe in coercing anyone into things like this so I don't have a problem with it. Others have not been so enlightened. One guy just recently brought a tin of shortbread cookies and this didn't go over well with most people. I didn't mind. It's a lot to ask people to bring stuff and if that's all he can do then so be it. But oh no, people have come to expect quality eats so there was silly bickering about it. One guy decided he wasn't going to bring anything at all dang it! It was an outrage to him that someone would be so stingy. Roar. I turned to him and told him I was still going to bring my donuts on my next turn, and everyone can have one. I'll be bringing two dozen as a matter of fact an even the guy who never brings anything at all can have one. Better to be thought a friendly happy and sometimes taken advantage softy than an asshole any day. Why is hospitality such a hard concept for people to grasp?
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