The God of the Snack Closet (i.e. Linda, the office manager) has been trying to make us all healthy. Apparently she was alarmed by the rate at which chocolate chip cookies, chips, Cheetos, and snacky cakes disappeared. So she has started (a) rationing out the goodies and (b) buying healthier goodies. Gone are the heady days of Fudgee-Os with Cheeto chasers! Now we have Veggie Straws and Fruit Cups.
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| So, so wrong, but not in a way that makes it right. |
Ugh, the Fruit Cups! I had avoided them for the past two weeks, but on Friday it was impossible. On Friday all the veggie straws were gone, the stale Ritz crackers had been eaten and even the 0% fat Splenda-sweetened yogurts had disappeared. All that was left -- ALL THAT WAS LEFT -- were the Fruit Cups.
Sweet Cheez Whiz on a Cracker, it was bad! I haven't eaten a fruit cup since I was, what, nine? I hated the damned thing then and I hated it now. It was slimy, sickly sweet and mushy. The guy who sits next to me ate two in a row and was like, "As long as you drain the liquid, it's all good." But it was not all good. It was all bad. Never again. This was worse than the Hostess Cupcakes.
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