I sat there at my neighbor's kitchen table as her aunt cooked a huge batch of her "Slay Ya Mama". spaghetti. Although it was for a potluck, she was attending, she was going to share some with my neighbor (her niece) and I before she packed it up to go. As she was cutting up the bell peppers for the sauce, she got a little ahead of herself and cut her finger. "SHIT!" she yelled as she continued to cut the peppers and throw them into the sauce. I gasped. Not because she cut her self but because she continued to cook while she was bleeding without once addressing the wound. "Aren't you going to wash and wrap your wound?" I said with disgust. She stopped, looked at me and said "I ain't got AIDS" and proceeded to cook. At that moment I knew why the dish was called "Slap Ya Mama Spaghetti". It made me want to slap her mama for thinking any part of that was okay. I stopped trusting other people's food ever since. That's one of my potluck horror stories but wait until you read these stories others shared.
1. We have a team meeting at the end of each period and usually, there's food catered at those meetings. This time it was suggested by a few of my colleagues that we do a potluck instead. That was fine with me because I was going to bring something store-bought anyway. All was well until we got to the apple pie. Boss's assistant accidentally put curry powder in the pie thinking that it was cinnamon. It was horrible. My theory was that it wasn't an accident though because curry is pretty strong and secondly my boss was a jerk. I wish she would've left us out of her revenge.
2. We had a potluck for book club. Everyone brought a vegetable tray. Luckily everyone also brought a bottle of Vodka so we still had a fun time.
3. I once witnessed a coworker cut off a piece of community chocolate cake with her car key, before licking the key clean and putting it right back in her pocket.
4. I had a coworker who put ranch dressing in an old Bath & Body Works lotion container and slathered her food in it. I’m all for recycling containers, but there is no way you could get all the fragrance out of that.
5. Many years ago, my work had a potluck lunch. I stopped in the bathroom before heading to lunch. I found two of my coworkers cutting up fruit on the bathroom counter for their watermelon fruit bowl. It was so incredibly disgusting, not to mention unsanitary. I alerted my supervisor and the fruit bowl never made it to the potluck. I’ve never looked at a watermelon bowl the same way again
6. We had a potluck one day and [my coworker] decided to bring in a salad. So, that day, instead of bringing in a premade salad, she brought in a head of iceberg lettuce and some grape tomatoes. She then takes a knife from a drawer in her desk, puts the head of lettuce directly onto her desktop, cuts it up, and puts it in a bowl. We had a kitchen at work, and why she didn't go there, I have no idea. Oh, and the knife. She used it all the time and would just wipe it off with a paper towel before putting it back into her desk. Yeah, nobody had salad that day
7. It was raining and my coworker and I were rushing into work. We were the only two in the parking lot at the time and I was right behind her. She was carrying a container of bagels while running a dropped the container. A couple of the bagels fell out and I saw her pick them up, wipe them on her pants leg and put them back in. She didn't know I saw her. She had a whole container, she could've thrown them away. Anyway, I texted my coworkers and no one touched the bagels.
8. We'll call him Steve. Steve made the best friggin Punch Bowls Cakes. We would request them every pot luck. The night before the potluck, Steve posted step by steps how to make it on his Snapchat story. All was well until he had his cat lick he spoon to try the cake. We've been eating cat spit every pot luck. Never touched it again. At least I know how to make it though, minus the cat spit.
9. One guy I used to work with used to sweat soooo badly. it was so bad that some days, by the end of the day, his dress shirt would be soaked under his armpits. anyway, he was in the break room putting together his cheese plate. He had on gloves which I appreciated but as I was pouring my coffee, I saw some sweat from his forehead drip on the cheese plate. I was so disgusted.
10. We found our coworker's fake twitter page that she would use to vent about us. She hated everyone especially our boss. We would laugh at her tweets about everyone. Although they were mean, we didn't take it seriously and it was kind of funny. What wasn't funny was that she tweeted "Potluck tomorrow" with the Devil Emoji the day before our Christmas Party. She ended up bringing a Missippi Mud Pie to the party and no one, I mean NO ONE trusted it. No one cut it the whole party and she didn't take it home.
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