From the mind of Elphaba Of The Brew | Posted in brew commentary | Posted on 11-30-2009
With Thanksgiving done, and the media schmucks all in a tizzy about Black Friday, Cyber Monday and Eff It Just Buy It Please Wednesday, I am already over the Holiday Season. And it is with dread that I ponder the most hated office Holiday tradition, around. Call me a Scrooge… but there is one thing that skeeves me out about the Holiday season, and that’s the blasted Office Potluck. At once such event, I saw someone from one of our satellite offices enter, from the garage…still with keys and hand and winter coat on, stick the other dirty hand in a baggie of shredded lettuce– and sprinkle her e-coli leaves all over her 15 layer Artery Clogging Supreme.
My gag-reflex worked overtime.
Call me a snob, but I do not want to chow down on Pet Hair Surprise from the lady down in accounting that smells like a used urinal cake. In the Merriest way possible, I want you to shove your 17 layer Taco meat surprise, your Canned Jalapeño Jumble and your 176 Bean and Sour Cream Casserole right up your Yuletide hole!
And a Ho Ho Ho to ya, bitches!!