Eating Salt

Today in a work meeting there was a barrel of pretzels. It was almost all gone except for the salt left on the bottom. I suppose there was a couple of tablespoons. So naturally one guy dared another to tip back the barrel and finish off the salt. Terms came about and a dollar was put on the table. The dared one chug-a-lugged the salt better than I could have and said that it wasn't that bad. The hardware manager then told him jokingly that it was not actually salt but it was End-Ice. Everybody shrugged it off and we went back to business. About ten minutes later the guy stood up and had to go to the bathroom. Apparently all was not well in his tummy. He was going to puke. He came back and made it through the rest of the meeting. As we were walking out of the conference room he had to make another run to the restroom. More puke. What a goofball.