Getting The Short End Of The Stick(y)

(I work in the snack-bar of a grocery store. There is a coffee shop connected to us, and both are run by the store. I am washing dishes when my coworkers walk in. Both are carrying the splash-guards from the blender.)

Coworker#1: “It’s all sticky!”

Coworker #2: “You have three kids. How do sticky things bother you?”

Me: *without looking up* “She has three kids…”

Coworker #1: *laughs* “And you learn to fear what sticky things they bring you!”