Marshmallow: Job Killer or Killer Job?
Someone, somewhere has the job of measuring marshmallow consistency. I spent most of my afternoon fantasizing about this person. I wonder how many times a day someone calls them Mr./Ms Stay-Puft or if they are tired of unlicensed nuclear accelerators being playfully waved in their face day after day. When this person goes postal (or is it toastal?) I want to both be there and be their first victim.
What would YOU do if YOU were the driver?