Cotton Candy, Not Just for the County Fair

A certain someone in the office, we’ll call him Cotton Candy Head for the way his hair sticks out on the sides, trapped me in my office to tell me about his difficult day. It really does look as if someone is pulling pieces of grey cotton candy off his balding dome. Now, normally, I wouldn’t mind someone wandering in to complain but CCH has a tendency to digress from his original point several times over. In fact, yesterday, Arlo counted no less than four digressions in relaying a five minute vignette. He makes my head spin faster than three consecutive shots of Gobble-Gobble 101. At the end of today’s talk, I come to realize that CCH’s discussion was little more than a thinly veiled attempt to get me to follow up on a month old offer to bring in half and half so he can use his space vacuum to make coffee. As I recall, I offered a couple bucks, not a trip to the grocery store, CCH suggested the half and half. Another month without a haircut and I’ll be able to jam that cotton candy comb-over right in your mouth to shut you up.

Hugs and Kisses,
-Sherb