Can’t Have Your Cake And Eat It, Part 2

(My manager, who is also the waitress, is known for having a huge sweet tooth. On this particular day someone has brought in a big bag of candy which she’s ‘hidden’ under the counter. Several of us have been sneaking pieces randomly.)

Manager: “[Bus Boy]! Stop eating that candy! What did I tell you?”

Me: *jokingly* “Hey, you don’t have to hog them. There’s plenty!”

Manager: “He’s diabetic though! He’s not supposed to eat so much sweets.”

Me: “Oh, dude. I know how to handle low blood sugars, but not high. Stop eating so many sweets.”

Busboy: “Oh, I’d just need an insulin shot! I have an emergency pen with me.”

Me: “I don’t know if I’d feel safe stabbing you with it though; I don’t have any experience.”

Busboy: *looking sad* “Aw, yeah, I understand.”

Other Cook: “Hey, when I worked on the farm I sometimes gave shots to the cows. That’s almost the same.”

Busboy: *looking bright again* “Yeah! That’d work!”

Me: “Oh, okay then. Have at.”

Manager: “Noooo! Those are MY candies!”