Last night in the midst of the trouble storm at work I turned to my boss, “Tom, this isn’t going well. I think I need to break into my emergency supply”
I opened my top desk drawer. Way in the back, under the post its, behind the paper clip reserves, nestled tightly between the emergency shoe shine kit and the emergency cough drops are a series of small Kool Aid packets. I pulled out a lemonade packet, dumped it into my water bottle, added a freak ton of sugar, and downed that liquid adrenalin.
It’s complete chance that I happened to draw an MSPainting of Kool Aid man this weekend.
Here he is:
Kool Aid is all too often underestimated by people over the age of 8.