It was a regular day at the office. Our department head, Rossi, sat in his office pretending to be busy. Elly, our office manager, fluttered around gathering our mother's maiden names for some internal paperwork. We chart analysts, all four of us, sat hunched over our desks, eyes roaming over charts or fingers busy typing comments on to our computer keyboards.
The two department secretaries, Felicity and Sandra typed rapidly while they made a soundtrack of their own with Felicity humming and Sandra snorting snot noisily up into her swollen nasal cavities.
And then we all cocked our heads as we heard our intercom crackle on. A disembodied female voice informed us that "Brats are being served on the west side of the building on the human resources pavilion in honor of employee appreciation day. So..come on down and enjoy a brat for lunch!"
Well, that made us smile. Brats for lunch! We all agreed that a brat sounded kind of good today. We speculated as to whether those brats would be good, juicy, real brats or the prissy fake turkey brat wanna bes. Before we could debate further, the intercom crackled again and the same woman's voice rang out sounding properly sheepish:
"I apologize for the previous announcement concerning brats. Apparently, the brats are for the human resources department only. Other departments will have their employee appreciation day in October." The intercom clicked off.
Well, you can imagine our shock and disappointment. What did she mean by teasing us about something like brats?! How mean spirited. Our mouths had begun watering for some tasty brats, for the love of pete!
At first, no one said anything. Then Felicity ventured forth with, "I sure would have loved a brat for lunch."
Rossi came out of his office and shrugged. "Brats are bad for you. I'm glad not to be tempted."
Maria O (not to be confused with me, Maria M...) and Nita heartily agreed. Besides, they had both planned to have the cafeteria special: chicken noodle soup. Much healthier, they said in their superior voices.
The rest of us glowered. Pouted. A plot began to hatch. We all talked it over in hushed tones. Out of all of us, Sandra, Felicity, Elly, Kate, and I all wanted brats.
But, Elly and I were both in scrubs and no human resource grunts wore scrubs to work. We'd stick out like sore thumbs, recognized for our brat bandit intentions. Sandra, Felicity, and Kate agreed to be our brat snitchers. They all agreed to grab two brats apiece, feigning a hearty appetite today. Elly and I would loiter innocently in the hall with Elly's oversized purse ready to hold the swiped brats.
We all rode up nervously in the elevator together to Human Resources on the ninth floor. Good. The halls were thick with brat lovers. This would be an easy mission.
Kate, Felicity, and Sandra bravely strolled into enemy lines. Elly and I casually sauntered around by the drinking fountain, trying our best to look casual.
It didn't take long. Kate, Felicity, and Sandra returned in quick time, each carrying two juicy brats in their hot little burglar hands. Felicity had somehow managed to pilfer a large container of onion rings as well. What a booty!
We all innocently stepped into our awaiting elevator and then all hell broke loose as the women speedily slid their stolen brats into Elly's open bag.
We stopped the elevator on the eleventh floor, at the atrium and jumped out, our mouths aching by now for our hard won brats.
We all settled into chairs and sunk our teeth greedily into the soft doughy rolls with the spurting brats nestled in them.
We all agreed that sinning like this was so, so worth it. Such tasty brats! And we snickered a bit, joking that those human resources morons were so dumb that they didn't even know that they had been infiltrated. Dumb asses! Just wait until October, when it was our turn for employee appreciation brats. We'd know to guard ours well...
"AHA!" said a low voice.
We turned to see Christabelle standing in the doorway, arms akimbo.
"I knew I smelled brats.." she said, smiling wickedly.
We hastily offered her the one extra brat, buying her silence. It worked. She sat down with us, biting lovingly into her brat roll and snagging several onion rings too.
We all agreed that it was a delicious lunch.
Elly handed out mints at the doorway to our office. No sense in having brat breath. We all sucked down the peppermints and went back to work, our stomachs full of the juicy brats.
It was a good day at the office....
31 comments:
Ummmm What on EARTH is a 'brat'????
A brat is a bratwurst sausage, justme! Think of a gigantic hot dog but ten times juicier and there you go.
ROFL I laughed at this! I can just see you all slinking about in your sleath operation to secure brats. Glad the mission was a success.
Hahaha Brat thieves!!!! Love it!
too damn funny. we've tried such thievery in our office a couple of times. 'loot' just tastes better than lunch!
Yummy Stuff!!!
OMG...I love it!! That is a great story...I'll have to remember it for work.
Yeah....the nerve of the intercom woman to announce the brat message and then take it back! I was just like justme....but now you've answered it...and i don't feel so dumb! LOL
You gotta good crew there Maria..just think of all the other yummy things that could be snitched...
That is awesome!!!
I love a good Brat. I started humming the theme to Mission Impossible while reading this ;)
Had to stop to laugh many times though!
We all agreed that it was a delicious lunch.
Then I guess it will make a fine turd.
Oh hell, a turd is a turd is a turd is a turd.
"Ummmm What on EARTH is a 'brat'????
Does she live in a cave? Isn't October Fest going on over there?
Thankfully, my daughter is passed the age where she is remotely interested in Bratz, but I swear, "thanks" to her, I'd have definitely responded to the announcement with a, "Whore dolls? What the hell are they serving those for?"
You brats!
What kind of tragic linguistic deformity could produce such an excrescence as a "human resources pavilion", Maria?
And "employee appreciation day?" Sheesh! You're not appreciated except for that one special occasion and then you're fed junk food?
That place gets more "Dilbert" every day. Get out now! Save yourself! RUN!
Ha ha that's so funny! Glad you got some. We used to hate board or advisory committee meetings as they'd have the BEST smelling food brought it for their lunches, and it was only for them, not us.
we call naughty children brats, wondered what on earth you were talking about for a few moments...!
Great thieving, only fair after they teased you like that!
Ahhh..stolen food, the best!
What a great story, Maria. I love brats. It's one of those things I would never think to make at home, but if I hear about them or see them, all of a sudden they are irresistible.
You wild little rebel!
hehehe
Norty!
A day with a well cooked brat is a very good day indeed. Hard to imagine that there are still people who haven't expereinced the happiness that is a sausage like that. Maybe we should have a national day just for fix that shortcoming.
Best wishes,
Skeeter
Amazing how you can all pull together for your little mission despite the various noise annoyances! :)
Mission accomplished!
Score! Love it! Mission Possible! No sense having brat breath. No, certainly not.
Now I want a brat! Sounds delicious!
LOL!
Now that's the way to do it.
Brats for everyone!
This reminded me of the famous W.C. Fields quote who when asked if he liked children, replied, "Ah yes, fried or boiled?"
A great story, well told.
However...I've been on the other side. Our company is plagued by food scavengers.
Our interdepartment Thanksgiving potluck was cleaned out before the folks who made the food had a chance to take a plate. Yes, we were watching the line, but everyone assumed the outsiders were from the other participating departments. They boldy walked up and helped themselves as if they belonged.
An expensive luncheon for customers was laid out in a conference room. Staff closed, but did not lock, the door. By the time the guests entered, marauders had not only helped themselves, but ransacked the display and ruined the food they left behind.
Candy dishes empty overnight. Lunches are taken from refrigerators. It goes on and on...
IMHO, if you haven't been invited - ask before you help yourself.
Hey, all is fair in love, war and the quest for a savory brat.
You've got me craving a bratwurst at 2am.
Thanks for that.
"Brats" - Australian slang for children; also known as "rug rats" (crawling children).
Fortunately for me I've just been to Oktoberfest in Munich where I DIDN'T have a brat! But I've been known to devour them here at home in a close by village of Hahndorf, run by some fifth generation German immigrant descendants.
I think you are bold and sassy, all four of you and the arrival and conspiracy of Christabelle was the icing on the cake (or the mustard on the brat)???
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