luckily everyone else approached the gift exchange the same way we did: as a chance to get rid of stuff you don't want in your house anymore. and even more luckily, i managed to trade away someone's broken snorkeling flippers for this box of chocolate.
i should have put it next to a regular sized box of chocolate for the sake of context, but this is a two-and-a-half pound box of chocolate. it was giant. and awesome.
knowing the risk it would pose to the health and well-being of our household if left there for too long, i brought it into work for our office holiday party. it was a big hit, and getting it out of the house meant that i only ate three pieces of chocolate instead of nearly three pounds of chocolate.
win, win.
epilogue: when i came into work this morning, the day after the holiday party, the chocolate was gone. all two-and-a-half pounds. maybe some of my co-workers will need to put new pants on their christmas lists, too?
1 comment:
Impressive. My mom used to call her coworkers "the vultures" because they'd eat anything put out for their consumption. Especially sweets. Sounds accurate of this situation as well.
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