Taggert had been relatively cooperative and productive recently.
But then he returned to Wisconsin for a family reunion. It was his first time home with extended family since he threatened his mom years before.
On Taggert’s first day back at work, I found a big block of Wisconsin Super Sharp Cheddar Cheese sitting in the middle of my desk when I arrived one morning.
I popped over to Taggert’s office to thank him for the gift.
“I assume the gift of cheese was yours?” I asked
“I won’t tell you one way or the other,” he said.
As I pondered whether to respond to his odd comment, he continued.
“Think about this way. If I gave you a gift and I didn’t give Bonnie a gift, I wouldn’t want her to know. So, it will just have to remain a mystery.”
I didn’t know which was worse. Him thinking someone would die of jealousy over a block of sharp cheddar cheese or me being a trusted confidant in his cheese conspiracy.
