Peace Offering
So, Bossman came in with a peace offering this morning. With a contrite expression, he plopped donuts onto my desk and said…
“You know, you did look nice yesterday.”
I laugh. “Well, thank you.”
He continues mumbling something snarky about “shit on my face”, but I am unaware as my eyes rest on the glorious, sugary contents of the box before me.
At least the man is wise enough to say “I’m sorry. I know I was a bit of an ass.” with more than words.