| | Inhale, exhale, and you got yourself some e-mail. Another quality story from work.
I swear, only stupid crap like this happens to
me. So, with each walk from
Penn. station (the train station in NYC that connects Long Island) to my office each morning, I
get myself a
varied breakfast treat (donut, bagel, muffin, vodka...kidding) from the
food kiosk on the corner. The owner knows me by name, so we're cool
like that. Today, I wanted him to "surprise me," so I purchased a
jelly donut, and of course, topped with mountains of powdered sugar.
Silly me, that was the catalyst to my demise.
So I'm sitting at my desk munching away this donut--soon to be
deadly--whilst
surfing the net. Accidentally, my nose grazed the donut's confectionary
safari of white powder
and gets smothered in powdered sugar. And foolishly, I inhale, causing
a mass of
powdered sugar (insert "nose candy" joke here) to be lodged in my
nostrils. So there I am, choking
on powdered sugar, causing a
scene, attracting the attention of some co-workers--just enough for
them to peak over
their cubicles to have a gander (btw, thanks for all your help, guys.
Next time I see you trip down the stairs, I'll stare and laugh). So,
like Bobby Brown at an 80's rock
concert, my nose is covered in white powder, I'm tearing at the eyes,
and choking
on high fructose corn syrupy goodness. This scene may have well been
straight out of "21 Jump Street." Not even Johnny Depp could've bought
his way out of this one. Now due to a single donut, not only do I have a bad reputation of lacking any motor
skills (although I'm sure these people will soon forget), but it looks
like I'm a crack addict. Only me, folks, only me.
"I don't want the 'purple stuff', I want what he's having."
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first ketchup, now donuts.... what next?
