Today was Yom Kippur. I took the day off of work. However, there was one meeting I wanted to be in. I went in for an hour in the afternoon. I was already quite hungry. I was already very thirsty (no, you aren’t allowed to drink either). The meeting was a presentation. To keep the audience involved, you won little prizes for answering questions along the way. Since it was trivia (“What do Apple, Google, and Hewlett & Packard have in common?”), I did just fine. The prizes were Pez dispensers and candy. 20 minutes into the meeting I realized I had a bunch of Pez in my mouth and was idly chewing on them. The fast had been unconciously broken. Muttrox goes to hell. Dang!
(Answer: They were all started in garages.)
Oh no, Pez are a gift from heaven.
Michael, I freely admit to having broken fasts before with a large pizza from Papa Ginos. The killer part is that I was 20 hours in and had no intent to break it. Ah well. One more sin to atone for next year I suppose.
Pez is the Debil! Just ask Momma.
Better than my friend in college, who accidentally broke fast with a bacon cheeseburger from Burger King. All you need to do is toss some shellfish on there for a perfect failure…