Poor Casey. At Pizza Friday lunch, he told us that, the night before, the babysitter had eaten the last piece of his mom’s famous homemade chocolate cheesecake. He had once told the babysitter to help herself to anything, and she clearly took those words to heart. There was a prolonged, rather heated Inmod debate over whether “helping oneself to anything” technically included the last piece of cheesecake, or whether a delicious, chocolately line had been crossed. The general agreement was that, although it sucked, the babysitter didn’t do anything wrong, and Casey should just ask his mom to make another cheesecake, and please make one for us, too, while she was at it.
All this talk of cheesecake inspired Alan to go to the local bakery and bring back a cheesecake to share with the office. It was delicious. As usual, because everyone at Inmod is so deferentially polite to each other, there was one small piece left in the box after the cheesecake vultures had absconded with their prey. A couple hours later, a mournful cry was heard emanating from the kitchen, followed by Casey’s despondent voice asking, “All right, who ate the last piece of cheesecake?!” Apparently someone had quietly snarfed the leftovers. Again. Poor Casey.
My advice to Casey and all parents out there: let the babysitter know that she/he can eat anything they like, except, of course, the cheesecake. As for work, well, all’s fair in love, war & dessert!