I’m a bit of a germophobe. I freely admit it and glare at people who invade my space. For instance, when Miss Shop-Online-at-Work rammed her used fork into the Easter Bunny cake, I glared. I did the “Ewwww…you ate off that fork” whine. She just shrugged, ate all the cake and offered me her left-over icing. Again with the EWWWW. Lucky for everyone, I already had
my piece two pieces of cake and I didn’t have to smack her. Not that she wouldn't deserve it. Don't mess with the Fat Chick's bunny cake.