hell hath no fury

Years ago, when Ted was at his last job, which was a 40 minute drive from home and which had an acre-wide open floor plan for its call centre, one of his coworkers, whom we’ll call Mike, LOVED my toffee. Loved it with a love beyond reason. (It’s as good as my fudge.)

One evening Mike frantically waved Ted down as Ted was heading out the door, already late bc he was always late, bc he couldn’t leave until his last agent was off their last phone call.

Ted, concerned that something was wrong, tr...