Not exactly sure, but it’s becoming more apparent you have a nasty streak. A passive-aggressive nasty streak. No matter how many times I tell you, no thank you I don’t eat pizza, you consistently tell me there’s pizza in the kitchen for me. And if that isn’t enough, you purposely saunter s-l-o-w-l-y by my office, noisily slobbering up a slice of hot pizza.
Funny thing is, did you notice the grease dripping on your hand?