Ted (merovingian) wrote,
Ted
merovingian

"It's these maple flakes," he said, "I sprinkle them on everything. They're not even made from maple; they're just high fructose corn syrup with a bee-sting's worth of very artificial burnt maple flavoring. They're so disgusting, and so very bad for me."

"Then why do you eat them?" I asked him, "and also what does that have to do with the fact that we're plummeting into an active volcano?"

"I know! I know!" he said defensively, "When I started eating them I was working in this remote little radio station out in the middle of the plains. The vending machine only got restocked once a week, and the day staff ate all the good food, so all that was left were these horrible maple flakes! But I was there late at night, and it was just way more convenient to eat them, and I was always so hungry. They kept restocking them because I kept buying them. And they were so very expensive, too!"

"But you don't work there any more!" I said, also glancing down at the roiling lava below us.

"I know! But by now the taste is so familiar that I just crave it all the time! And I hate them! And they're so expensive! I figure that the best way to kick the habit is just to develop an allergy to them, and as we all know, allergies come from volcanoes."

That's when I decided to stop being friends with him. Call me callous, but if I'm going to get incinerated for a friend, I'd like for it to be based on sound reasoning at the very least.
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