This morning I walked to the kitchen with a bowl, spoon, peach and pitcher in my hands. Clutched under my arm was a box of cereal. I placed the items down on the counter humming to myself as I reached for the apple-shaped cutting board. As I sliced up the peach, a coworker entered the kitchen taking inventory of my items. Before I could say good morning, she made this snarky remark, “Happy to see your Colon Blow is back. I haven’t seen it in a while, was beginning to get nervous for you.” I hesitated, processing, not sure how to take such a comment. Then my eyes shifted to my right and staring back at me was my box of High Fiber Trader Joe’s Cereal. I smiled and started to chuckle, “Colon Blow… now that’s clever.” She retorted, “Haven’t you seen that Saturday night live skit?”
Of course, I hadn’t, pop culture is not one of my strong points. When I got back to my desk I received an email with this link: Saturday Night Live: Colon Blow. I sat and ate my yogurt covered colon blow laughing at my own old man routines.
A Warrior Princess