Fuck. Yeah.

I rarely have a comeback on demand, so I felt vindicated.

I'm pretty sure this one guy in my office was a bully in high school. Today he intercepted me on my way back from the refrigerator, pointed at the can of iced coffee I'd brought from home, and told me to let him have it.

I blinked, asked how could he possibly think I'd say yes to that, and walked to my desk.

...Bitch.

(Maybe you had to be there)