I was working plain-clothes, had an office, and a shared break room--with a refrigerator, snack machine, and microwave--typical office environment.
One day, I walked into the break room to retrieve my bag lunch, and knew I had made a poor decision.
ME: Hi Captain. Uh, what has you busy over there?Darn bosses.
Then IT hits me. Not again. Fermented cabbage. I briefly cover my face as the stench coming from the Captain's direction overpowers me, but quickly regain my composure before he turns my way.
CAPTAIN: Dinner! And this Kimchi has been calling my name all week.
Sensitive that this is one of my bosses, yet curious as to why he insists on peeling paint off this police facility's walls with his lunch concoction, I jokingly interrogate.
ME: Wow, that stuff is powerful. I am surprised the chief does not make you eat that outside. Does your wife like Kimchi as well?
CAPTAIN: No, she hates the stuff. She won't let me eat it at home. She insists that bring it here.
I laugh, make a mental note to remove the Captain's wife from my Christmas card list, and then excuse myself to search in vain for an air pocket untarnished by the boss' Korean delicacy.
Do you have a memory of anyone stinking up your office area with a food choice?
Note 1: Since the Captain was a good "ole country boy" who drove a pickup and enjoyed auto racing, I failed as an investigator in never establishing how he discovered Kimchi--obviously not via his spouse.
Note 2: For some in the South, the noon meal is referred to as "dinner" and the evening meal is called "supper." The Captain was eating a "lunch" despite calling it "dinner."
Enjoy your weekend everyone.