The Snack Hole!
I swear ma'am, no one is calling you that.
That would be highly unprofessional and totally not keeping in the vein of great customer service you have received lo these many years. What's "lo?" (Its an old timey word, like in the Bible.)
I use it to distract my customers from asking why a grown man is standing ten feet away from me and yelling “Snack hole” while pumping his fist in the air and deciding on a nutty bar or a star crunch.
I am an early adopter of snack technology and I hate the vending machines at my work.
They contain things that should not be vended in such a manner.
Want a mid-afternoon hotdog? How bout an egg salad sandwich? The salmonella is free. How bout a pack of gum for $2?
My rage at the vending machine gave life to a new idea, THE SNACK HOLE.
A small lucite box containing Ho Ho’s and Zebra Cakes and other snack-treats that I can share with my co-workers and thereby crush the scourge of the vending machine.
I ask for no money and make one rule, before taking said treat you must yell “Snack Hole”.
Over the months the snack hole has grown in size and variety. I can now boast 12 different snacks that may rotate on a seasonal basis. Hundreds of glow sticks fill the snack hole from time to time as do Spider Man stickers. The snack hole has grown in size from a 3 quart box to a 6 tier snack delivery system.
It has wheels now now!
This November will be 1 year of snackholing and I say huzzah. I am proud to say that for $50 a month the snack hole has brought joy to hundreds, and bewilderment to a few.
God I love this country!
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