One of the guys I work with brought in his kid's trick or treat bag to work last night. That's messed up. I'd have gone all Menendez Brothers on my parents if they stole my trick or treat candy and gave it to their co-workers . That poor kid panhandled that shit fair and square. He should be allowed to enjoy thr fruits of his begging.
I then proceeded to offend another co-worker by referring to it as a "Bag of Diabetic Death." How was I supposed to know he was diabetic,? In the end, he finally agreed with me that he would indeed die if he was to consume the contents of the bag. Or perhaps he'd just burst into flame upon touching the sweet, sweet confections contained within. Either way, the end result was going to be death.
I then proceeded to offend another co-worker by referring to it as a "Bag of Diabetic Death." How was I supposed to know he was diabetic,? In the end, he finally agreed with me that he would indeed die if he was to consume the contents of the bag. Or perhaps he'd just burst into flame upon touching the sweet, sweet confections contained within. Either way, the end result was going to be death.
Looking back, my parents always took away our trick-or-treat bags after we'd picked out about two handfuls of candy each. They just put it in the pantry, where it eventually turned stale and nasty. It would probably have been for the best if they'd taken it to work.