The FORTRESS of SOLITUDE

So, my boss is quite popular in our office because during the summer months, he constantly brings in tomatoes, peppers, eggplants, etc., from his home garden. I usually only take peppers, since I can't stand tomatoes or eggplant or the occasional zucchini. It's well known that he does it a couple times a week, so the sharks are constantly circling...
...it was recently discovered that he had cancer. Sad, I know.
Anyway, he has been on leave for about a month and a half. He's doing alright, as far as I know. He still appears on the odd Sunday, and still brings in his vegetables. And people come in Monday morning and are all, "Woah! Veggies!!"
I sit right beside the spot that the veggies occupy and if I hear "Who brought in the tomatoes?" as an attempt at small talk before people greedily shovel 5-6 into their oily palms...I'm gonna fucking scream.

"Who brought these in?"

"Who's are these?"

"Can I take some?"

"Did you bring these in?"

"Who's tomatoes?"

"What are these?"

"These look beautiful...who's are they?"



FUCK.
THE.
HELL.
OFF.




P.S. In writing this blog entry, the most annoying man in the office, this Asian Fucksmith that can't take the hint that I find him mind-numbingly boring...and continues to yammer on at length as the snot crustifies around the corner of my mouth from trying to choke myself on my own phlegm. ARGH.

Rant over...