To the grease hog in my office... I wanted a Jimmy John’s sandwich.  I was deciding if I should order one being that I haven’t eaten out in a while and they literally deliver in 5 minutes due to being so close.  I was wrestling with this as I’ve pulled a muscle in my hip from going too hard on a run last weekend and haven’t been as active, and I know I need to watch what goes into my mouth.  Should I or shouldn’t I?  What to do? Then a cute bubbly gal from Jimmy Johns comes in handing out free samples for everyone in our small office.  Oh geez this smells good and the samples are tiny, maybe I will order a full sandwich.   Then your fat pig face pops up over my desk to see who’s here and what’s happening.  I guess you smelled it with that disgusting snout of yours from you cubicle across the office.  How you moved so fast I have no clue.  I guess your McDonalds breakfast you had only 2 hours ago didn’t stop your hunger at this 10:15 am on a Thursday morning.  “Oooh what’s that?”, you oinked in your irritating “baby” voice.  “Did we get free food?”, you mooed.  Your greasy, greedy face was overcome with glee as you stared at the sandwiches as if you could eat everyone of them right there.  I immediately lost my appetite. Thank you for doing that piggy.  I shall make a smarter choice later on today.  I only wish I could have taken your picture to have it for when I’m feeling weak.