Kings in other countries
Several weeks ago I headed to the back of the building in which I work seeking out a few of my IT coworkers to ask them a question about something or other. There is room in the back where that has become their workspace/offices. It was a once cavernous stockroom that is now cramped and overflowing with cords, adapters, monitors, CPUs and all sorts of other technical IT necessities. Often the actual IT personnel can’t be found in this office because they’re out bustling about fixing things and causing trouble (the latter part is just my opinion). But on this particular day I got lucky and there they were…several of them…sitting around chatting and enjoying Moon Pies. I have never, to my knowledge, come across a Moon Pie before so I had a rather quizzical expression on my face when I saw the treats. But my coworkers apparently have guilty consciences and they somehow all decided that my facial expression conveyed disappointment in their snacking choices.
One of them desperately blurted out, “You know, we would be KINGS in other countries!”
To which I replied, “What on earth are you talking about?”
Coworker: “In some other countries they LOVE fat people because portliness is a sign of their power and wealth.”
Me: “Well it’s unfortunately then that you live in THIS country in THIS century then, huh?”
Coworker: *sigh* “Yeah, it is.”
After they discovered that I had never experienced the (apparently) delectable joy of the Moon Pie it was all I could do to get out of there before they had the chance to jam one down my gullet. And I never did get around to asking them my question.
8 comments:
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I am pretty sure moon pies are disgusting. I put them in my brother's stocking at Christmas every year as a joke. I always get him the banana flavored ones. Gilbert says, "They taste like dog." I am extremely shocked to hear of people enjoying consuming them.
Moon pies ARE disgusting. . . and just don't meet my culinary expectations. . .
However, I'm intrigued by how Gilbert even knows what 'dog' tastes like. . .
mr. x sent me a moon pie while i was in italy, along with a chicco stick and an abba zabba. the moon pie came in several broken pieces and i totally ate it and it didn't kill me. it may have even been banana.
Blech! This post made me cringe. I could totally picture that room. I remember that room. And moon pies? Ick!!! Stay clear!
So funny... I've have never actually seen someone eat one... (with the exception of this girl I knew in UT)
They are in the gas stations and they look like they were made 50 years earlier.
Yum. Appetizing.
Are you ever coming back full force?
Not that this blog post isn't HILARIOUS, but I'm ready for a new one. Just sayin'. Also, I heard you're going to run away to Spain for Christmas. Teach me how to be you.
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