May 21, 2011 by Kim
Early yesterday morning, while at work, cubey-neighbor-to-the-left commented over our wall that Macho Man Randy Savage had passed away.
While I knew that he was a wrestler, I had forgotten about his greatest legacy…
Freakishly Tall Co-worker, who is fully aware of my low-carb diet induced love affair with these little meaty sticks, quickly reminded me.
There was quite honestly a moment of silence.
Reaching into my desk drawer I exclaimed that I had 2 or possibly 3 Slim Jims in my purse…. and that we should “Snap into a Slim Jim” in Randy Savage’s memory.
I rustled through my bottomless pit purse for a good 2 minutes before it struck me.
My stockpile of SJs were missing.
I sat at my desk, dumbfounded… I always have a ration of these little treats in my purse.
There are certain things that I know I can’t leave the house without…
and Slim Jims
“They’re gone” I whispered
…without missing a beat, Freakishly Tall Co-worker suggested the possibility of a “Slim Jim Rapture”
and we howled with laughter.
But now, today, I sit here at home… wondering where all the Slim Jims have gone.
Where they just too good and pure for the likes of this world…
or, as Hubs suggested… Did I eat them all?