BFDK

The funniest thing I've seen since I started working here (other than the calendar over by the time clock which would be offensive seeing as how it has half-naked ladies on it but is actually humorous since it's been defaced and now all the women have mustaches, oversized eyeglasses, and bushy leg hair) has to be the Bodily Fluid Disposal Kit. I almost typed Bodily Function Disposal Kit, which would be even funnier. Clean that pesky diarrhea explosion in half the time! However, I'm pretty sure that since it says Bodily Fluid Disposal Kit they're looking to clean something even more diabolical than butt stroganoff. I would like to inspect the box a little further (perhaps there's more information on the back about its various uses) only I don't dare touch the thing. If I ever work with Rob again there will be more on this subject because I'll make him do it.
Also, I can't help but notice that right next to the BFDK there is a box of menstrual cramp tablets. Oh the wacky hi-jinks that would doubtlessly ensue if I were able to proffer a package of these staunchers of the dreaded red tide as if they were merely breath mints to every guest, male or female, who dared to raise my blood pressure. I think I might try that tonight. I can already see their furious little faces in my mind's eye, huffing like teenagers with paint thinner, offended perhaps to the point of delivering physical blows. Pictures will be forthcoming should that actually happen.