So I, like most HR professionals, have a candy dish in my office that I keep stocked, right?

And this is something I think I've always done, even when I was like in my lower entry level jobs in a cube, I had a candy dish.

And people love it, right? And it's always how I've engaged with people

and people like, it kind of forces people to come in my office. They pop in for a trip.

You know what I mean? Lur them in like a drug dealer. I've got sweet. It totally is bait.

It's gossip bait. But it's, I love it. You interact with people that sometimes you wouldn't necessarily interact with. So at one company in my office, I had a giant dish, not on my desk. It was in a separate little table that I had. And our IT guy used to always love to come in there. Him and I were some of the first people in the building. And he used to always come in there in the mornings. And this is where, once again, the executive floor was roped off with the red velvet. And you had to, you know. The badge. But he did because he was IT. So he would come in there in the mornings and he would be very nice and he would

just grab a couple pieces and, you know, not a big deal. And normal interaction, very nice man.

But he told me one time, he said, you know, I eat so much of your candy. I really need to

pay you back. And I was like, no, no, sir, I promise, I buy this. This is for everyone. You do not need to pay you back. And I was like, no, no, sir, I promise, I buy this. This is for everyone.

You do not need to pay me back. And one day, he comes with a gallon Ziploc bag full of candy.

But hold on, it was all loose candy. Oh. Like individual skittles? Oh. Oh. Oh. Like Reese's pieces, M&Ms. Mixed. Mixed. Mixed. Like a candy salad. Mixed. Like a sociopath. Yes. Yeah, that's true. Yes. So, meaning he would have had to open said packages and pour them into gallons.

After sticking them in his ass.

Sorry, that's where my mind went.

He was so proud.

Why are they open?

Thank you.

Why are they in that bag?

I mean, I was thinking he just took out and had some. He was so proud to give that, like... He put up through his butt cheeks. He put up to the butt wash. What the fuck? He was so proud to give me the loose bag of candy. And so he like... You did not. No, hold on. Stop. Like, he stood there.

Oh, no.

That's like a baby shower. That's how I know they were in his ass. He stood there and I had. Waiting for you to eat it. Yep. So he can get off on it later because they went in his butt. I'm not even telling. I'm not even telling. So here I am. It's literally seven in the fucking bowl.

He put him to the butt wash.

Or the ball wash front or back. It's literally seven in the fucking bed.

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