Not really gingerbread

"Would you like another box?"

Theresa looked at her co-worker again. Another box? I shouldn't eat THAT many, she thought.

"Really, you can have another- Give it to someone else if you like. And let me know what you think," she said and pushed the box at Theresa. She stood there, holding the two boxes of cookies. They were shaped like gingerbread men, but the coloring was off.

"Um, tell me again why your daughter can't sell these cookies?" Theresa asked.

"Oh, these are kind of like an experiment, you know? Try it in some market areas to see if they should go ahead and make more to really sell it," she replied. She paused, then hesitated before asking, "Speaking of experiment, do you like that sci-fi stuff?"

Theresa sniffed disdainfully. "No, it's all just fluff. A waste of time, that type of fiction," and she thought fondly of her own growing collection of romance novels at home.

"Oh yes, same here," her co-worker lied, and she thought instead of that last ingredient listed on the box side: soylent green.

Posted by curse at March 16, 2004 07:16 PM