fair play

Today someone told me what my Boston cubemate Annette really thought of me-
"she went off on this long rant about how you were super moody and always had rancid food lying around."

"What?!!! That is patently false, I am charming and hygienic and full of magic! Someone should shoot her in the neck..."

After 1.5 seconds of shaking my fist and cursing Annette's name, I looked at the paper bag under my desk, containing pasta, cheese and sausage.

Then I remembered how rude I used to be to that woman. Every time she would talk about her precious adorable little newborn snookums daughter, I would ignore her or say something like, "Oh more pictures of Madeleine? Awesome, I wish I was dead. Why is your child so homely?"

Also I am moody.