Crackberry Friday: Evil Pumpkin
This is a mere 10 steps from my desk. It calls to me but no one else can hear. When you open it’s top, it is noisy so everyone can hear you.
The plastic spoon only holds 3 at a time and all can hear as you futilely try to get as many as possible on the spoon at once, the corn clicking against the cheap plastic and echoing in the glass. Until, finally in your desperate need for sugar (at about 2pm daily) you snatch it off the desk and pour the corn syrup and honey goodness into your hand (trying to avoid the ‘chocolate’ ones b/c they suck and trying to get the last pumpkin one) and run back to your desk where your tea and warm chair remind you that you are only human and THAT is an evil pumpkin.