So I’m just finishing up lunch in my office today when our Traffic Director says, from the conference room across the hall, “do you want a Hershey’s Kiss?”
To which I replied, ” Of course I want a Hershey’s Kiss!”
So she lobs up some lame duck toss, like a Browns quarterback of the week, and the Kiss land half way into my office. I get up and bend down to pick it up and then I get clocked in the head with another Hershey’s Kiss! Now, my thinking goes like this. It must have all been a ploy to check out my ample backside…let’s be honest, I can’t blame her. When I didn’t bend over butt forward, this upset our Traffic girl and she whipped another Hershey’s Kiss, Ben Roethlisberger touchdown strike style, off the top of my head! Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!
Once I got my wits about me, I was seeing the bright and shiny’s and was feeling a little concussed. It was at that moment that I realized….it’s like 2016 is taunting me saying, “come on mf’er, what are you going to do about it?!?!”
I think Forever Media needs a concussion protocol?
Until next time…Cheers,