Bad Luck Potluck

K so the other day we had a St. Patrick's potluck at work. Yea potlucks! I brought wheat rolls. Thursdays are a half day for me so I come in at 11:30 usually but the potluck was scheduled at 11 so I hurried in to get there ASAP. I arrived a little after 11 into the office. I didn't bother checking email or even my calendar info. I went to the conference room where the previous month's potluck was held. I saw a bunch of people milling around chatting who look fairly familiar. More importantly I recognized a table filled with a smorgasbord of goods brought from home (many an unnatural shade of green). Random food items on table = potluck.

I put my rolls down and started loading my plate up with cannelloni, salad, and delicious vittles. I almost got to the green chocolate ball things when someone I didn't know approached me and said, "are you in the right potluck?"

I was in the wrong one. My potluck was on the sixth floor. She let me keep my plate as I slithered silently off to my desk where I quickly devoured my first plate. Then I found the "real" potluck and explained "sorry I am late. I went to the wrong potluck."

Someone asked me if I had had enough and I said, "no I am saving room. I have another potluck after this one." I probably owe my bad luck to not being Irish. Bad luck and stupidity.