Because of my colostomy, I’m not able to eat just anything. I prepare a special stew or gumbo each evening and then keep it in the break room refrigerator until lunch time. More often than not, Allison, the snotty girl from marketing, takes an early break and eats my special food. When she kept ignoring my pleas, I made up a crusty gumbo of my used colostomy patches, and marked the bowl, “Do Not Eat! Allison this means YOU!”
She managed to get it all down before I revealed the ingredients.