The note taped to the microwave says “PLEASE COVER YOUR FOOD” but it doesn’t end in “SIR” so it must not be addressing you.
So you don’t.
…cover your food that is, and it gets all over the microwave. Seriously, just ravioli sauce all over the inside of that fucker. Looks like a tomato suicide bombed the place. Real nasty. Real shame those tomatoes can’t assimilate into our culture. Hopefully it gets its 72 sprouts or whatever.
“What the fuck?” asks Karen, your coworker, when she enters the kitchen an sees the mess. “Who the hell didn’t cover their food?”
You shrug silently and continue to enjoy your beefier ravioli. Chef Boyardee rules.
“Doesn’t this asshole know somebody has to clean this up?” Karen screams, continuing her useless tirade. “So fucking inconsiderate.”
You try to feel bad about the person that’s going to have to clean it up but the sauce is so good.
So you don’t.