I spent 6+ hours on Sunday making a cake for her coworker. All I asked was for her to bring me home one slice. Did she? Nope, she forgot. And then she has the nerve to say "there might not be any there in the morning." Bitch, there better be some cake there. If she didn't go straight to the fridge first thing this morning and snag me a slice, she's sleeping on the couch!