Sugar Strikes

Today was supposed to be a nation-wide labor strike. In some parts of the country, schools were closed. Not here. I had to work.

I threatened to stage my own strike: I would refuse to work until someone brought me chocolate cake. Fortunately, my colleagues took me seriously. Unfortunately, the cake arrived early in the workday, and I wasn’t able to sit on my hands until lunchtime, as planned.

However, just prior to lunchtime, a most pleasant development occurred. Some friends decided to turn the human resources office, where I borrow office space, into a Kwik-E-Mart. In came a slush machine. In came ten liters of Coca-Cola. In came a sack of sugar, from which approximately five cups of sugar were taken and added into the blend of icy goodness.

We had three sizes of cups available in the office: communion cup size, small size and large size. As people wandered into the office looking to partake, I reminded them that we only had ten liters and, “Once it’s gone, it’s gone.”

I was buzzing with a sugar high for most of the afternoon.