Produce be damned

I just dropped my last fruitsnack on the floor.

Stupid floor.

So I'm half-asleep, therefore this is a half-assed update. I'll entertain you with a tiny little story from tonight that I found humorous. It might be because I know the guy in question that it's funny to me, or maybe it's just one of those "you had to be there things", but by all means, if you don't like it, send me an e-mail or post all over my comment board, and I will further ignore you.

Here you go.

Because I'm one of those beautiful office people, I've gotten all my s*it done so go back to have a quick chat with Phil. I find he's swamped in work, and we close in 10 minutes. I tell him to give me some stuff and I'll help out.

Literally right as they announce close, I hear Phil yell "Badass! Heads up!" and I turn around and see a bag of green grapes flying at my face. Now, I manage to catch it, but the dumbass forgot to close the bag so the grapes go flying everywhere at the exact minute our shifts have ended.

So we look at each other for a second, frozen in place with horror on the face, knowing someone is going to come around the corner any minute and see this mess. So Phil says the only thing he can in a situation like this...

"... run."