The same kind of low life who eats your food out of the company refrigerator.
Dear Coffee — II
Heath Houston
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I actually had to verbally hand someone’s hind-end to them over eating my lunch out of the company refrigerator about 4 years back. VERBALLY HAND THEIR HIND-END TO THEM, HEATH.

Meaning?

They got a severe tongue lashing in front of our other co-workesrs. Pull you to the side for what? You ate my lunch, in my lunchbox (yes, I do have a lunchbox, Hello Kitty to be exact). I’m not pulling you to the side, everyone was going to hear me and I was heard. I was stern and did not raise my voice, but I guarantee you, I was heard. They never touched my lunch again.

What kinda nonsense is that?

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