Skittles and a Dr. Pepper
I’ve seen some crazy stuff in this job, but nothing as wild as this. Daniel, fully geared up and ready to go fifteen minutes early. He’s pacing back and forth and mumbling to himself. This AFTER ransacking his lab for a full twenty minutes looking for a book that was right in front of him. He’s acting like a kitten on crack. I touch him and he jumps ten feet. Suddenly, I remember that I ordered him to eat earlier and I can’t help but wonder something.
“Daniel, what DID you eat for lunch?”
“Skittles and a Dr. Pepper, why?”
The End
