Geez, It’s Like Nyan Cat’s Litterbox In Here

I worked at an ice cream chain for a couple of months when I was sixteen.

In the walk-in freezer, we had commercial-size boxes of all the toppings we used: various candy bars, cookies, etc.

Once, I took the gallon-size container of colored sprinkles and indulged in a childhood fantasy of pouring as much of the stuff as I could into my mouth. When I tipped the gallon into my mouth, it started pouring out at an unbelievable rate, and within a matter of a second, I was choking on colored sprinkles.

My coworker saw me gagging and performed some weird form of Heimlich, and I spewed sprinkles all over the kitchen area.

The manager walked past, saw this, saw that I was mostly fine, and said:

Manager: “I know that was a rainbow blast of awesomeness, but you’re still cleaning that up.”