Which is more rude?

What ever happened to people skills in the youth of today?

You say you're not feeling like cake but thank them anyway. If they don't understand and show some kind of offence then throw a HP desktop tower at them.
 
mrk said:
You say you're not feeling like cake but thank them anyway. If they don't understand and show some kind of offence then throw a HP desktop tower at them.
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That’s definitely the way to make lots of friends.
 
I can browse GD for 3mins and I'm guaranteed to find a thread that makes me go, "wut?" This is today's.
 
I dread to think how the OP handles criticism at work if he can't even fathom out how to answer to a cake offering.
 
simply reply

I just cant risk it as the tea lady insits your a dirty ***** and your cakes are rumoured to have given half the office severe diarrhea in the past

or you could be a normal person and say

"your cakes looks wonderful but I'm trying to lose a bit of weight"
 
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I'm going to put myself in the person with the cakes for a moment.

I offer you a cake. I see you go all shifty, and then mumble something about "thanks", and then look guilty. I then catch you later throwing it away.

I would think anything like a lie more rude than simply saying no.

On the other hand, I bet you're a great person to take out on a night out. Hey bud, get us a beer will ya. :D
 
I am a fatty and can't keep my nose out of the fridge. Please take the delicious treats away because I can't control myself - I'm a unique and special *********, you see - and I may end up eating you as well because *~ oh my hunger pangs ~*

But in all seriousness, I am being completely serious.
 
Tell them that you've discussed this on a computer forum, taken on board various opinions and the consensus was that you should decline the cake. You could even lie and say that there was a poll created in order for you to come to said decision based on a statistical study. You will be revered in the office and will probably get a promotion and pay rise.
 
Eat the damn cake,
if it's a cream cake then smear the cream all over your chest and invite her to lick it off.

It's only polite to make piggy noises at the same time.
 
So I took some cakes into work today, you know it was my birthday and seeing as it was a dreary Monday I thought I'd go the extra and try and cheer everyone up.

I know there's a couple of people in the office with gluten allergies, and one who doesn't like carrot cake so I spent a lot of time deciding which cakes to take in for everyone. I ended up spending about £20, and considering most of the people in the office hardly say a word I did have a little bit of an argument with myself on the way to the till but in the end goodness won and I decided to treat the guys and girls in the office.

By the time I'd paid, I looked at my watch and realised I was running 15 minutes late into the office. In typical Monday morning fashion, I'd had to get the stopping train meaning I'd missed my bus at the other end as well. Just kept telling myself "it's all worth it, everyone will appreciate the cakes, just wait for their smiles and praise."

So 45 minutes later, I get into the office and try to slip in undetected. Absolute sod's law that I bump into my boss in reception who gives me a glowering look and a scowl as I mutter a very embarrassed apology and slope upstairs. No such luck. He turns and bellows at me: "WHAT TIME DO YOU CALL THIS? YOU HAD TIME TO STOP AND GET CAKE?!" I debated telling him it was birthday, but held back and took the verbal abuse until I thought I was about to cry. Fortunately, his phone rang and I was able to get away... just holding back a tear. Deep breath and into the office I went.

So I get in, lay my coat down on my desk and go over to the table in the middle of the office and place the cakes down. Nobody notices, nobody says a thing. Just the usual Monday blues keeping everyone in their seat with their heads down. Sigh.

10.30am rolls around, and someone gets up to make a tea. Walks back to their desk, PAST THE CAKES and doesn't take one. Oh woe, woe and blast. Is anyone going to notice? More over, is anyone going to realise it's my birthday?!

Lunchtime, and half the office empties to go the canteen. Everyone comes back, 3 of the guys are rubbing their bellies. Enchilladas in the canteen apparently, no chance of getting any cake down them. The rest of the office folk pile in, nobody notices the cakes again, and nobody says anything to me as they file in and sit back at their desks. Sigh again.

By now, it's getting close to 3pm and by 4pm people will start of leave for the day and I start to get nervous. What the hell am I going to do with all these cakes? Above that, I'm actually quite sad now that nobody has taken one and nobody has even questioned why they're there. "Right!" I think to myself, time to take matters into my own hands...

I walk up to the first person, who looks up and smiles at me and takes a cake. A little begrudgingly I felt, but they feigned the niceness. Something I guess. Their phone rang before I could tell them it was my birthday. Sigh, sigh, damn and sigh.

Next guy, same thing. Just says "Thanks" and takes one of the gluten free chocolate brownies and scoffs it in one. Thanks indeed, chump.

This happens all the way around the office, I think I hit 20 people before I get to this one guy. I've never been quite sure of him, always seems a bit of an odd ball. I noticed lots of Republican Party flags and books all over his desk and a signed photo of Mitt Romney in really high shorts and a tight t-shirt next to his phone. Bit odd I thought to myself. Anyway, I ask him if he wants a cake and well... what happened next was the most embarrassing and saddening thing that's ever happened to me at work. He spun lie after lie after lie at me, "i'm not hungry" he says so I said "take it for later" then he says "I can't, I'm on a diet" so I said "one little cake won't hurt" then he comes back with a compromise: "I'll take it for my dog."

"Your dog?"

"Your dog...?"

I let him take the cake, and I went back to my desk. Biting my lip, near to sobbing, utterly heart broken and devastated. With morphine-like relief, I noticed the clock and realised it was time to go home. I took my coat, and tried to stop myself bursting into tears as I ran out of the office.

Nobody noticed, nobody said anything, nobody even asked... this is the worst day of my life, my birthday, and nobody said anything. Oh God, why do I bother!?
 
randal24 said:
So I took some cakes into work today, you know it was my birthday and seeing as it was a dreary Monday I thought I'd go the extra and try and cheer everyone up.

I know there's a couple of people in the office with gluten allergies, and one who doesn't like carrot cake so I spent a lot of time deciding which cakes to take in for everyone. I ended up spending about £20, and considering most of the people in the office hardly say a word I did have a little bit of an argument with myself on the way to the till but in the end goodness won and I decided to treat the guys and girls in the office.

By the time I'd paid, I looked at my watch and realised I was running 15 minutes late into the office. In typical Monday morning fashion, I'd had to get the stopping train meaning I'd missed my bus at the other end as well. Just kept telling myself "it's all worth it, everyone will appreciate the cakes, just wait for their smiles and praise."

So 45 minutes later, I get into the office and try to slip in undetected. Absolute sod's law that I bump into my boss in reception who gives me a glowering look and a scowl as I mutter a very embarrassed apology and slope upstairs. No such luck. He turns and bellows at me: "WHAT TIME DO YOU CALL THIS? YOU HAD TIME TO STOP AND GET CAKE?!" I debated telling him it was birthday, but held back and took the verbal abuse until I thought I was about to cry. Fortunately, his phone rang and I was able to get away... just holding back a tear. Deep breath and into the office I went.

So I get in, lay my coat down on my desk and go over to the table in the middle of the office and place the cakes down. Nobody notices, nobody says a thing. Just the usual Monday blues keeping everyone in their seat with their heads down. Sigh.

10.30am rolls around, and someone gets up to make a tea. Walks back to their desk, PAST THE CAKES and doesn't take one. Oh woe, woe and blast. Is anyone going to notice? More over, is anyone going to realise it's my birthday?!

Lunchtime, and half the office empties to go the canteen. Everyone comes back, 3 of the guys are rubbing their bellies. Enchilladas in the canteen apparently, no chance of getting any cake down them. The rest of the office folk pile in, nobody notices the cakes again, and nobody says anything to me as they file in and sit back at their desks. Sigh again.

By now, it's getting close to 3pm and by 4pm people will start of leave for the day and I start to get nervous. What the hell am I going to do with all these cakes? Above that, I'm actually quite sad now that nobody has taken one and nobody has even questioned why they're there. "Right!" I think to myself, time to take matters into my own hands...

I walk up to the first person, who looks up and smiles at me and takes a cake. A little begrudgingly I felt, but they feigned the niceness. Something I guess. Their phone rang before I could tell them it was my birthday. Sigh, sigh, damn and sigh.

Next guy, same thing. Just says "Thanks" and takes one of the gluten free chocolate brownies and scoffs it in one. Thanks indeed, chump.

This happens all the way around the office, I think I hit 20 people before I get to this one guy. I've never been quite sure of him, always seems a bit of an odd ball. I noticed lots of Republican Party flags and books all over his desk and a signed photo of Mitt Romney in really high shorts and a tight t-shirt next to his phone. Bit odd I thought to myself. Anyway, I ask him if he wants a cake and well... what happened next was the most embarrassing and saddening thing that's ever happened to me at work. He spun lie after lie after lie at me, "i'm not hungry" he says so I said "take it for later" then he says "I can't, I'm on a diet" so I said "one little cake won't hurt" then he comes back with a compromise: "I'll take it for my dog."

"Your dog?"

"Your dog...?"

I let him take the cake, and I went back to my desk. Biting my lip, near to sobbing, utterly heart broken and devastated. With morphine-like relief, I noticed the clock and realised it was time to go home. I took my coat, and tried to stop myself bursting into tears as I ran out of the office.

Nobody noticed, nobody said anything, nobody even asked... this is the worst day of my life, my birthday, and nobody said anything. Oh God, why do I bother!?
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5 stars!
 
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