About Fudge

I know, I know. I said the Plague would be down for a couple of weeks while I completed my background check (so the word "poo" wouldn't somehow appear in my permanent record), but I just had to share what I saw at the water cooler a moment ago.

As I was filling up my cup of water, I looked on the counter and saw this paper plate covered in a mash of soft brown substance, with white and red bits sparsely distributed throughout, all partially covered in a mishmash of plastic-wrap with a spoon sticking out. I did a double-take and realized it was actually a plate of fudge: marshmallow-cranberry fudge. Really mangled fudge that had been sitting, as it turns out, just close enough to the coffee machine such that the emanated heat from the warming was enough to partially melt the surface and give it that sweaty sheen.

This was the most unappetizing, questionable pile of free food I have encountered to date at my current company - it was dubious enough that even *I* wouldn't eat it, and that's saying something, because I consume free sandwiches that contain mayonnaise even when they have been left out for 4 hours. I was shocked and amazed. I couldn't help pointing and laughing. Everyone who walked by came to see what was going on... which consequently devolved into all kinds of immature laughter and comments, followed by a fudge-eating dare. Man, just when I thought all the fun was gone from this office, they had to go and pull a fudgy on me. I will miss these people and this place.

Further bulletins as events warrant.