"Chicken?" He held up a package of four cutlets nestled together on yellow Styrofoam.

"I just don't understand why she would say such a thing. It's completely horrid. And at work of all places!" She began rustling through her purse. "I'm just sick and tired of having to get in the middle of things."

"Why don't you just stay out of it then?" he asked. He was answered with an annoyed stare. Jake wasn't sure why he decided to start paying attention to the conversation at that moment, but quickly made the decision to back out again. "How about spaghetti?"

"Try to imagine what it's like working with the two of them all day long!" She tossed a can of green beans into her basket. "Sometimes I can't even think over their bickering. I wish cubicles were sound proof, trust me, but since they're not, someone has to be the peacemaker."

"How about pork chops? I can make my mom's gravy with that..."

"It's just her overall attitude! It irritates me. If she wasn't there, the whole office would be a better place. I wouldn't have to worry about picking up her slack and Christine wouldn't have anything to complain about. That's it. I'm bringing the issue to HR on Monday." She picked the cereal aisle to make her stand. The effect was lost as annoyed shoppers nudged her out of the way to grab boxes of sugar o's.

"I'm kind of in the mood for pizza."

"Yeah...ok," she agreed.