Double-Fisted Tales Of Work

There’s a conference room at my place of business that is occupied, every morning from 9:00 – 10:00, with what must be the most attractive people at my company. Seriously, sometimes I peek through the window in the door and just marvel at the miles of whitened teeth. I can only assume that they are planning our Homecoming Dance or something. Man, I hope they pick “Dance the Night Away” by Van Halen as our class song — that would effing RULE!!!!

Today, after having plugged a bunch of money into of break room’s vending machine, I was agonizing over whether to get pretzels or a Coffee Crisp bar, when a large and imposing guy came and stood directly behind me. He was so close to my back that I glanced back nervously. He had dollar bill in hand, and was already holding it perpendicular to the bill acceptor, ready for insertion. It was also clear from the expression on his face that he knew exactly what he wanted, and going to step forward at any moment to make his purchase, regardless of whether or not I had vacated the space. I felt like I was trapped in the Star Wars trash compactor, moments before the walls started closing.

Anyway, long story short, I got a little panicky, and that’s how I wound up with the “Garfield Cocobite.” It was a selection made of desperation.

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