five days old

I was off Sunday and Monday nights this past week. During the day Tuesday, I made some cup-pies that I brought in to work Tuesday night. I bake a lot and I bring my baked goods to work so that I don't eat them all. Sometimes I leave a plate out in the break room for anyone, but most of the time I put it in my super-secret hiding place (it has been the same spot for a year and it is really not at all super or secret or hidden) and tell people I like that it is there.

Since we stopped being friends, I hadn't told #1 about any baked goods I brought in. It wasn't that I didn't want him to be able to have any cookies or pie or whatever, I just didn't know how to start that conversation. I realize that sounds stupid, you start (and end) that conversation with, "hey, there are some brownies in the break room if you want some," but I just felt weird extending this friendly gesture to someone I was so very much not friends with anymore.

Anyway, this time I finally went ahead and told him. He kept asking where they were and apparently not understanding when I told him that they were in my usual spot. He asked several times Tuesday night, but didn't have any pie. He was off Wednesday and Thursday night, but by then there were still two cup-pies left. Friday night he asked if there were any left and where they were, but he still didn't have any. When I came in tonight, he asked again if there were any left and I said, "Unless someone threw them out there are still two up there, but I don't know if they'll even still be good." He said he was going to check it out and left.

Twenty minutes later, #1 came back into the lab and said to me, "Those were really good....but...if it had mold on it is it going to make me sick?"

I laughed, because I thought he was joking.

He was not.

DK was there when #1 ate the pies and he told me exactly what had happened:
#1 took the pies out and was looking at them when DK came in. #1 asked if pumpkin pie was supposed to have white stuff on it. DK could not see the surface of the pie from wherever he was standing. He told #1 no, and the pies were almost a week old and it was probably mold.
#1 shrugged, said "eh," and ate the pie anyway.