This is what people are telling me at work as they walk by my desk, see the box of school-fundraiser candybars, deposit a dollar, and walk away with candybar in clutched hand. Apparently, my support of my children's school is breaking resolutions all over the place. I have become the scourge of the office. Co-workers are traveling from distant cubicles to taste of my "evil" and then curse me for tempting them toward the dark side. The clinched-teeth faces and dastardly pointed-and-waving fingers are becoming all too common as the days pass.
But I am not making anybody partake of these VERY delicious, super-yummy chocolate treats. They simply sit there, innocently, on top of a printer even (for lack of a better place), for others to see as they traverse the thoroughfare that is near my cubicle (pods as we call them for whatever reason).
Sure, on days with long meetings that follow lunch, the box of unconquerable goodness may find its way to the head of a meeting table coincidently in my vicinity, but who knew it would cause so much joy and anger simultaneously.
The constituents of my three-flavors (caramel, crunch, almond) of delightful, smooth chocolate fun have found themselves thrusting their forcefully crumpled dollar bills in the general direction of the box-o-goodies, as they stomp angrily away, caramel in hand of course!
I truly do not see what all of this terrible fuss is about. Would anyone like to tell me what the big deal is? (while enjoying a mouthful of milk-chocolatey sweetness, of course)
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