I join the consensus in thinking she was being ridiculous. It's the insisting on using her name that does it for me, more than anything else. It's not enough for everyone to know that they're making an exception for someone with an allergy, they have to know that they're bowing down to the will of She Who Must Be Named. That's just crazy even in a situation that doesn't include your specifically restrictive office rule. I'm trying to understand why it mattered to her, and I've prepared a little skit. For the purposes of this skit, your co-worker shall be named Petunia and she's allergic to love.
Bob: "Say, Earl, you gonna make something for the potluck?"
Earl: "Sure am, man. Making my special bacon-cheeseburger meatballs and I'm adding a double shot of love 'cause this office rocks!"
Bob: "Great Caesar's ghost, man! You can't bring anything made with love! Petunia's allergic!"
Earl: "What? Oh, man. I am disappointed. I suppose I'll just have to bring loveless meatballs and make do."
Bob: "That's the spirit! Now get out there and get some pictures for Lois' story!"
Earl: "On it, chief!"
Bob: "Don't call me chief!"
Earl: "Sorry, chief!"
Well, that's my creative writing exercise for the day. Two notes:
1) Allergic To Love might or might not be a good name for a rock band, but it would be an awesome song title.
2) Somewhere in the middle of the skit Bob and Earl turned into Perry White and Jimmy Olsen, respectively, but I didn't want to ruin the integrity of the skit by going back and changing the names.