It’s like you don’t carrot all. August 10, 2010

So on my morning break I make the pilgrimage to the USAA mecca (aka the cafeteria), which my posse and I usually frequent.

In the nature of healthiness, I choose a cup of carrot sticks and fat-free ranch dressing.  It’s not a snickers bar, but it’s pretty good.

Well, I sit down and indulge, sinfully washing each bite down with a swig of Cherry Coke Zero, and wrap up everything in normal fashion.

I get back to my desk and keep smelling ranch.  No idea where it’s coming from.  I look down and realize that between the buttonfolds of my shirt sits a giant glob of dressing.  So I grab the WetOnes and go to town, making quick work of cleaning up the mess.

Well, not completely, apparently.  I can’t get rid of the smell.  It’s making me sick.  I’m considering driving home just so I can change my shirt.  Geesh.