Monday, October 29, 2012
It was a very lazy afternoon at work. Monday to boot. Despite good intentions to remove myself from the chair, to get up and do something - ANYTHING - I remained planted. No motivation whatsoever. After checking email yet again, and finding that no new messages had appeared in the last 30 seconds, I considered walking to the break room to buy a fraction-of-a-handful of gum from the 25¢ machine. After much deliberation, the desire for sugar overruled my ass's submission to gravity. So, I opened my wallet to retrieve a quarter, and stumbled upon THE highlight of my day. There it was, in shiny white wrapping, sporting colors and exuding the promise of deliciousness... a cherry blow pop! It was a glorious, tasty surprise! After fervently removing the wrapper, I shoved the thing in my mouth, enjoying instant fulfillment. Licking it just wouldn't do. I bit right in, basking in the sweet crunching of solidified sugary confection between my teeth. I took another bite, and then another. Four bites later, I was pulling the gum from the stick, chewing away with glee! The lollipop was effectively gone, but it served as a segway to productivity for the rest of the afternoon.