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Hitting the Sweet Spot
by Tom B. Taker
It wasn’t my fault. I wasn’t the one who precariously balanced the 55-gallon drum at the top of a steep ramp, and in the middle of the workplace, too. But I didn’t do anything about it, either. I was complicit through inaction.
Our company, Kringle Korp., was known for two products: sludge and fudge. The former was a toxic byproduct of our production practices. The latter was surprisingly delicious!
Both were stored in 55-gallon drums for shipping or disposal and, generally speaking, you didn’t want to mix them up.
My drumhead was fantastically quick. They wanted – *needed* – someone to pay and it was my turn at the top of the list. I was summarily drummed out of Kringle.
Standing on the lip of the giant vat, I didn’t know which Kringle product it contained. I was pushed in.
Said I, “Fudge, oh!”