The Production Floor Scavenger

Everyone at some point or another has had the experience of working with a 'scavenger'. This is the coworker who stares at you while you are preparing your lunch, open mouthed, spittle drooling, asking you 'what'cha bring me for lunch? It smells good.'

I HATE this type of person!

Unfortunately I have found myself in a position where I have one of these scavengers working for me, you all know her as Betty.

I had been sitting at my desk, eating my lunch yesterday, when, through the corner of my eye, I see a hand reaching into my trash. Startled, I look up to see who was attached to the hand that had found it's way into my peripheral vision.

"What are you doing?" I exclaimed, a little out of shock.

"Just lookin'. Figurin' out what you're eatin' for lunch cause it smells good," she continued to rifle.

"It's a Smart Ones 3 Cheese Ziti meal," I offered, trying to get her to stop. By this point she had found the empty box and had begun scoping it out.

Unable to stop myself, I shot Sophia a look of disgust and horror. The line of good taste and quoth had been crossed the instant Betty's hand had entered my trash receptacle. I was no longer worried if Betty knew my disgust now.

The question does remain, however, what exactly drives a person to feel the need to rummage through a coworkers trash to find out what it is they are smelling? Not only could she have a) asked me what I was eating, but, b) I still had the pasta sitting before me on my desk.

It is my deepest regret that I now have to believe, from this day forward, Betty must suffer from some sort of mild mental retardation.