Today @mstepanic bought Zwick’s pretzel buns for his family dinner of smoked salmon etc. A loving, caring gesture. We got to Mercer (our new shop location), he put his food in the shared fridge/counter, we went to work. When we leave for the day, we learn someone has TAKEN THEM.

There is a man sitting there. He asks the man, “Have you seen any buns?”

Man: “Buns? No, I don’t think so.”

Matthew: “That’s strange. I had left a bag of buns here on this counter.”

Man: “Oh, actually, my son and I did see those buns. We wondered who had left them.”

He goes on.

“We thought they’d be dry by tomorrow. You know, I think my son took them home with them.”

There stood Matthew with his smoked salmon accoutrements but no pretzel buns. His roommate and boyfriend will have no choice but to eat their smoked salmon off Wonderbread.

I am 10x more upset about this than Matthew is.

They would have had to OPEN THE SEALED BAG to find out what was inside.

Then they’d have to assume someone had left these beautiful fresh buns FOREVER, and that, in fact, these buns needed to be liberated.

Who just GOES HOME with a sealed (or sealed until you got there) BAG OF BUNS that you DID NOT BUY?

Never in my LIFE would it occur to me do such a thing.

THE MALE ENTITLEMENT. And that the man PLAYED DUMB about the buns’ whereabouts. He knew.

I waited in Matthew’s car for 20 minutes while he stood in line for those buns!