Cinnamon roll...

OF DEATH...

It looked so promising, like a beacon dropped from the heavens from angels above. Well not really but it really seemed like a good idea at the time. I decided that I would have one, just one this once. Now usually I stay away from these carts, not because the coffee is awful, cause it is actually pretty good, or the food is gross, cause most of the time it is really good but more because the little men who run them decide that they love me. The way I decide my choice vendors are they are the less creepy ones. This is the main reason why I try to stay away from the coffee cart. He keeps calling me sweetie and guessing things about me... naturally I lie, as of now I am a girl from Brooklyn that is married but don’t wear my ring cause I am suffering from a skin condition on my fingers. Yeah I know I go pretty far with my lying... it should have been a sign that it was harboring a death star from the pits of hell for me. the words "I'll have a large coffee skim 2 splenda and I think I'll take a coffee roll" the angels in heaven started weeping when he said "sure sweetie coffees on me". I should have known... a free coffee although not out of the ordinary from sweetie pie, it just felt off today.

As I stroll into the office I get myself to my desk and set myself up. I start checking emails and getting my day started. I take a bite of the yummyness, and it is good, REALLY good. But I guess that’s how the devil gets you I guess. After it was all gone it took some time to actually show its true self. After I washed my hands and all of a sudden POW it hits me... an uppercut to the stomach. Holy crap I just got punched in the stomach... wait no I didn’t no is here to punch me. Maybe there was a run by punching from a leprechaun that I didn’t see, yes that must have been it, most plausible explanation. So for the next 45 min I had a little crazy leprechaun perpetually punching my stomach as hard as their little gold digging fist could punch. The nausea hit, uggghhhh and then woes of all woes the single bathrooms are LOCKED... yeah thanks, and thanks to my wonderful company we have had the single restrooms locked away for us to stare at them but never be allowed to use them. I can’t even pee in a public restroom unless it is do or die much less vomit in one.... so I do the unthinkable. I hold it in... I apparently have the talent to hold vomit in. another 45 min and I think I may be recovering... there must have been unicorn tears in that chamomile tea that I drank... and there and then I vow to never eat a succubus cinnamon roll again!