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Feb. 27th, 2009 04:08 pmSo my co-worker comes charging into our department with a two-foot-long box. He drops it to the floor with a heavy thud. "What's in the box?" I ask.
"Emergen-C," he says.
"Emergen-C?" The drink? I keep a little box of it in my drawer to drink in the mornings. I figure I misheard him.
"Emergen-C."
Turns out it's for his friend who works in Africa. The group she works for tried getting malnourished kids to drink it, but it turns out they prefer to eat it straight. It's Pixy Sticks with vitamins! They adore it.
Thats:
1350 packets
25 pounds of Emergen-C!
When people go to Africa, they'll get a few boxes from my co-worker to take along. He's the Keeper of the Emergen-C.
It's been a really boring Friday.
"Emergen-C," he says.
"Emergen-C?" The drink? I keep a little box of it in my drawer to drink in the mornings. I figure I misheard him.
"Emergen-C."
Turns out it's for his friend who works in Africa. The group she works for tried getting malnourished kids to drink it, but it turns out they prefer to eat it straight. It's Pixy Sticks with vitamins! They adore it.
Thats:
1350 packets
25 pounds of Emergen-C!
When people go to Africa, they'll get a few boxes from my co-worker to take along. He's the Keeper of the Emergen-C.
It's been a really boring Friday.
