Sweet poison
Woke up with a sore throat this morning, almost certainly the same thing Katie’s been fighting all week, so I’ve been drinking tea today. Our lunch room at work has a basket of sugar, Sweet-n-low, and Equal packets which someone has thoughtfully arranged in three wide stripes, making it look oddly like the French tricolor.
When the receptionist cleans the coffee maker, she puts a post-it note on the urn labeled “Poison,” often with a skull and crossbones, to make sure that no one absent-mindedly pours himself a cup of cleaning fluid. (And face it, if you really need the coffee, you won’t notice!)
Disturbingly, someone had set that post-it note on top of the sugar packets.
Now, I’m sure you can find nutritionists, dietitians, and the occasional conspiracy theorist who will agree with that assessment-and throw in aspartame and saccharin as well-but it’s not a label you want to see on something you’re about to put in your own drink. Even when you know it’s safe!
When the receptionist cleans the coffee maker, she puts a post-it note on the urn labeled “Poison,” often with a skull and crossbones, to make sure that no one absent-mindedly pours himself a cup of cleaning fluid. (And face it, if you really need the coffee, you won’t notice!)
Disturbingly, someone had set that post-it note on top of the sugar packets.
Now, I’m sure you can find nutritionists, dietitians, and the occasional conspiracy theorist who will agree with that assessment-and throw in aspartame and saccharin as well-but it’s not a label you want to see on something you’re about to put in your own drink. Even when you know it’s safe!