Oh dear
It should probably go without saying that my boss has moments of inexplicable insanity. After all, he did hire me and that's not the act of a rationale human by any stretch. Great guy and fabulous employer, but sometimes I cannot fathom what possessed him.
One of the latest manifested impulses on his part was the purchase of an energy drink of dubious province in sizable quantity. We have and do stock energy drinks along with the more expected items of a porn-flavored outlet. They aren't exactly flying off the shelves, but now and then a customer will decide to fortify themselves with a can or two before doing that thing they itch to do. If nothing else, it provides my staff with life-saving caffeine on those days when fatigue has settled over them like a lead shag carpet.
Apparently, the muse of innovation was whispering in his ear when the salesperson happened by. I'll grant it this much, it is different. Also if the cans are to be credible, they have four times the kick of a Red Bull. OK, I can see giving it a trial.
Our definitions for how many items should make up a trial run seem to be quite divergent. Oh well, perhaps we'll sell a lot of it and my concerns will be for naught.
I even sampled one.
I managed to endure two sips.
I don't know about the rest of the world, but a beverage that tastes like a thin berry syrup with a habaƱero chaser strikes me as appealing to a narrow percentage of taste-buds regardless of how effective it is as a pick-me-up.
I suspect I'm going to be seeing those festively labeled cans sitting on the shelves for quite some time.
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