Day in and day out she got on my case. I should mention that she worked for me... I urge you not to listen to the others who said I worked for her.
Anyway this went on for weeks and weeks. I can't help it. I crave double quarter pounders and supersized fries.
But then one day the worm turned. She was out of the office and someone needed an order she had in her possession. So I went into her office. I opened the center drawer of her desk. No order.. but lots of chocolate. I opened the right hand drawers... No order but lots of chocolate. I opened the left hand drawers.. No order but lots of chocolates. The same for the file cabinets. There was chocolates everywhere. Hershys kisses. Hershy bars gallore. There were fancy imported chocolate bars, I had never heard of. Light chocolate, dark chocolate, milk chocolate...every kind of chocolate.
When she got back I let her have it with both bars...er barrels.
She has not mentioned my diet since.
Actually come to think of it... the criticizm just changed subjects... from what I eat to what I wear.
Of course after her mother passed she had to double her nagging... it was her way of keeping me from missing her mom.
In the bigger picture, there are worse vices than chocolate!
When does that happen?
I mean...it's happened to me, too. One day I was nagging ... a few days (years) later, I'm being nagged.
Duh!