Thursday, September 30, 2010

choco taco

In an effort to save myself from the 2:34 pm blues I went and stood in front of the vending machines, Signature Card in hand. As a stood listening to the familiar hum of the vending machine cooling systems I weighed my options. Ice cream sandwich? No, I've eaten enough of them to know that I love them, but today is not an ice cream sandwich kind of day. Orange Creamcicle? No, there's not any chocolate in those. By this time my options in the 50 cent range are getting slim. Maybe I'll try something I new, I thought to myself. then I spied what I knew would be my 2:34 pm pick-me-up. A king size Crunch Bar with Candy Center. Remarkably this frozen creation is only 50 cents and thus within my price range. I was feeling smug as I walked back to my desk with my bargain priced chocolaty booty. I took the first bite. Then I remembered that I don't like crunch bars. I took a second bite and encountered the "candy center". The candy center turned out to be a block of second rate chocolate in the middle of the ice cream that is tooth crackingly hard. But, I had paid my 50 cents gosh darn it, so I determined to enjoy it. I was almost to the end of the ice cream bar, when the last little piece of ice cream fell off of the stick, onto my skirt, then rolled to the floor. Now I have a stain on my skirt and don't feel any closure with that king size Crunch Bar with Candy Center. At least I still have the 3:27 pm blues to look forward to ...

4 comments:

  1. This made me laugh. Also, what is the deal with second rate chocolate in the U.S.? Seriously.

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  2. Both sad and funny. My favorite kind of humor. Margaret

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  3. You must have been pretty desperate because those are bad.

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