Keith&Co.
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So, I brought three bottles of pop-rocks into the office.
Wasabi flavored, bacon flavored, beer flavored.
The Wasabi smells like engine exhaust, the beer smells like mildew, the bacon like there was a grease fire a while ago, before it rained...
Coworker #1 took it upon himself to open the bacon bottle and slide it behind coworker #2's desk fan. Soon the entire room stank. But #2 did not react. He was engrossed in the file he was reviewing.
#1 was upset that there was no reaction. Well, not NO reaction. Other people in the room were looking around in suspicion.
Not to worry, I said. I walked to the far side of #2's cube, turned to #1. "Hey, #1, do you smell buttered popcorn?"
And everyone responds to that question by a sharp sniff.
#2 bolts out of his cube, swinging the bottle, asking who's the dickfaced shitgibbon that did this and where's the lid?
Wasabi flavored, bacon flavored, beer flavored.
The Wasabi smells like engine exhaust, the beer smells like mildew, the bacon like there was a grease fire a while ago, before it rained...
Coworker #1 took it upon himself to open the bacon bottle and slide it behind coworker #2's desk fan. Soon the entire room stank. But #2 did not react. He was engrossed in the file he was reviewing.
#1 was upset that there was no reaction. Well, not NO reaction. Other people in the room were looking around in suspicion.
Not to worry, I said. I walked to the far side of #2's cube, turned to #1. "Hey, #1, do you smell buttered popcorn?"
And everyone responds to that question by a sharp sniff.
#2 bolts out of his cube, swinging the bottle, asking who's the dickfaced shitgibbon that did this and where's the lid?