snackwagon

So, one of my "jobs" at work is to push around a cart of snacks and pop and sell it to my co-workers for 50 cents each. Proceeds of said "snackwagon" benefit the MAP committee that I am now the sole member of. MAP committee, although it sounds important, really stands for Morale and Parties. Needless to say, I am supposed to walk around and increase morale by pumping people full of sugar. This, sadly, is quite possibly the highlight of my day as I get to say hello to everyone and hear them compliment me on what a daily treat it is to see me with a cart of goodies. Today was an extra fun day for 2 reasons. One, I tried the Diet Coke with Lime. This was less than delightful to say the least. It takes like I'm drinking a cleaning supply. I'm continuing to drink it because, and only because, I paid for it. I think I am going to run a promotion on these for 35 cents a piece instead of 50 to get rid of them (Sam's idea). The second thing occured as I was telling 2 of my co-workers about the fun Sam and I had yesterday. Sam pointed out some holes in my story from yesterday, so let me fill you in. We wore the same clothes to run these errands as what we wore to work. She had on a short dress, and I had on a semi see through skirt. So, at the carwash Sam was bending over and her dress was flying up, and my skirts got wet which would probably allow "one" (or Carlos) to see my underoos in greater detail. Also, before we ate at Sonic, I got on all fours and was pulling grass out from underneath my car. My underwear we in full view at this point apparently because one guy took a really long time to stop at a stop sign, and then honked as he exited the parking lot. These events were then followed by us sitting in the car and seeing 2 Budweiser semi's parked. Now, it's May in Indy, so we are obviously thinking BEER TENT. Excitedly we walk to the tent, only to find Clydesdales Horses, one of which was named Bud. Alas, we didn't need the alcohol anyway.