A co-worker recently attended the New York “Chocolate Show,” which was really just a press event meant to garner publicity for chocolate companies. (More cocoa-kookiness here.)
As a result, the chocolate companies keep shipping her a daily stream of chocolate goodies that, if melted, would easily match the quanity of Willy Wonka’s chocolate river.
Each work meeting lately begins with her saying “Yes, I have more.”
And we all squeal and dig in. What better way to start a meeting? But, then, minutes later, the regret hits.
Today it was Belgium milk chocolate with hazelnuts. I ate half of a bar, then asked a co-worker to eat some, and when he refused, I threw it into his trash bin.
That is the only way I could avoid eating the other half.