Are you trying to tell me something?
One of my coworkers is a middle-aged Indian man named Krupal. Today, after coming back from lunch, he stopped by my desk.
"Here, you'll like this," he said, reaching into his pocket.
I wasn't sure what he was going to give me. Perhaps a funny pet photo, or an inspiring or insightful essay from author V.S. Naipal.
What he pulled out was a coupon:
"FREE!
6 Cookies
With Purchase of $20 or More at McDonald's."
You go through this life knowing very little about how others truly perceive you. But every so often, you get a little hint. Today, for example, I found out that one of my co-workers thinks I can eat $20 worth of greasy fast food and still be hungry for cookies.
Or maybe he thinks that I have 2 or 3 friends that care as little about their health as I apparently do, and that after work, I will call them and tell them the great news.
"DUDES, YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT I JUST GOT FROM MY COWORKER."
"Whascht icschit?" (They can't talk without slurring because they're so fat)
"A COUPON FOR 6 FREE COOKIES AT MICKEY D'S!"
"Yeeeeschscschsch!!!" (unending streams of drool)
They then immediately oil up their stomachs so as to slide out of their apartments and come meet me for a merry fat feast.
Upon further examination I see that the coupon is for delivery only (apparently McDonald's delivers now). So not only am I fat, but I guess I am also too lazy to get up and get my own food.
Oh well, I guess it's not as bad as that coupon for plastic surgery that my boss gave me last month.
"Here, you'll like this," he said, reaching into his pocket.
I wasn't sure what he was going to give me. Perhaps a funny pet photo, or an inspiring or insightful essay from author V.S. Naipal.
What he pulled out was a coupon:
"FREE!
6 Cookies
With Purchase of $20 or More at McDonald's."
You go through this life knowing very little about how others truly perceive you. But every so often, you get a little hint. Today, for example, I found out that one of my co-workers thinks I can eat $20 worth of greasy fast food and still be hungry for cookies.
Or maybe he thinks that I have 2 or 3 friends that care as little about their health as I apparently do, and that after work, I will call them and tell them the great news.
"DUDES, YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHAT I JUST GOT FROM MY COWORKER."
"Whascht icschit?" (They can't talk without slurring because they're so fat)
"A COUPON FOR 6 FREE COOKIES AT MICKEY D'S!"
"Yeeeeschscschsch!!!" (unending streams of drool)
They then immediately oil up their stomachs so as to slide out of their apartments and come meet me for a merry fat feast.
Upon further examination I see that the coupon is for delivery only (apparently McDonald's delivers now). So not only am I fat, but I guess I am also too lazy to get up and get my own food.
Oh well, I guess it's not as bad as that coupon for plastic surgery that my boss gave me last month.
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Thursday, April 05, 2007.
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