New Year's Resolution be damned, I am eating an Egg McMuffin this morning. Why? Because despite my annual pronouncement that "This is the year I'm getting in shape!", there was a 2-for-1 coupon in the paper, and my resolution this year is also to save money.
And hey, a deal's a deal. (And in my defence, I didn't eat both of them. I gave one to my boss.)
So as I'm sitting here at my desk, one of our company's sales reps walks by and says quietly, "You know, that stuff'll kill ya."
Couple things wrong here. First of all – shutup.
Even if I'm shovelling pure lard into my mouth, or shooting heroin into my veins, nobody – least of all, me – asked you for an opinion on my lifestyle or health choices. Nobody.
But while I am willing to concede that a) she was only kidding around and b) simply making conversation (which, by now, you should all know that I hate - see here, here and here if you are not yet entirely convinced) there is a bigger problem with her unsolicited health advice:
The reason she walked by my desk was so she could go grab her jacket off the coat rack.
Because she was going outside in the rain to have a smoke.
And if you're wondering whether or not I called her on this little bit of hypocrisy, well, you don't know me very well, do ya?
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