I have a reputation at work for being a strict boss.
One day I was in the break room with another manager.
I reached into the refrigerator for my lunch, which was packed in an Ace Hardware paper bag.
My co-worker stopped mid-bite and stared at me, looking a little tense.
When I pulled my sandwich out of the bag, he sighed in relief.
“What’s the matter?” I asked him.
“Uh, nothing,” he replied, “I was beginning to think you really do eat nails for lunch.”
