I have been thinking about some wings I had about two weeks ago. It’s been a challenge to figure out how to write about this experience.

Remember when I mentioned my coworkers forgetting my birthday? Well 48 hours post birthday, they noticed the flowers on my desk  had a birthday card sitting in front and to make up for the negligence, they elected to take me out for drinks after work.

It was really nice being able to get out of the office and see the friend side of my coworkers, except for one particular coworker.

We laughed, had great conversation (except for some digs from that one person), and  we got hungry so we ordered wings and ‘hot-zerella’ sticks ( spicy mozzarella sticks, meh). The wings were surprisingly good considering this bar’s food was mostly of the frozen and fried variety. The sauce was hot and tangy, not too thick or thin, and the skin was crispy on the chicken. The meat was average. The flavor of the chicken meat wasn’t a flavor, it just tasted warm. When I eat wings, I typically feel a sense of joy and internal warmth but this time I didn’t feel that as strongly.


I want to regurgitate every crappy thing she (that one person) has done and said to me but all it does is make me weak.

It’s taken every job I have ever had to realize that there will always be that one difficult person who tries to take the spice out of your wing.

I take every snarky, rude, and degrading action from her as an opportunity to be stronger because I believe dealing with her now is going to prepare me for something bigger. To be honest, there are times I call my mom and tell her about how she’s a huge stinky turd but I never feel better afterward. Being confident in myself is my best armor.

Sometimes, you have to take a moment to flip off the wall you both share, let go of that negative energy and focus on the good wings covered in delicious sauce. It sucks, but sometimes I have to say to myself, “Bless her heart… she cannot be happy unless she tears me down. I do not seek approval from people who carry enough negative energy to make buffalo wings shrivel up.”

No one should have power of the spice in your wing.




Published by Annie Lockwood

Annie is a stand up comic based in Atlanta. She is passionate about comedy, concerts, and buffalo wings.

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