Just a little while ago in a galaxy very close to home....
Again, I go to the kitchen to pour out the last inch of warm and flat Diet Coke so I can deposit it in the recycle bin. This time, another female co-worker is just finishing up washing a dish.
"May I?" I ask, pointing to the sink and the bottle.
"Oh yeah, sure, sure," she says quickly. "Go right ahead."
I begin pouring.
"I can't drink that stuff. All those bad preservatives. I don't know how you do it." she chortles.
Oh, for fuck's sake. Again? Really?
"See this word here?" I quickly reply, smiling and pointing to the last ingredient of caffeine. "That's why I drink it." I gloss over my real reason: I like the stuff. So fuck you.
"Uh, yeah, it still has those preservatives. So bad for you," she again chortles.
Just shut up, OP. Don't say a word. You've gotten in enough trouble with your mouth lately. Dump your bottle and walk away.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be a busy body....I do that."
No, you shouldn't. But you couldn't help your sanctimonious eco-weenie liberal self, could you, you....
I really need to do a recon mission next time. Nah, screw that. Next time, I make a spectacle of dumping it out. And I'm gonna smile when I do it too. I swear.