I started a new job a couple of weeks ago. It's okay and I'm getting used to it and the people I work with seem nice enough (though no one is ever really nice enough). On the Friday before last, I ran into Bobby in the parking lot before work and he said we were going to have boiled peanuts on Monday. I had forgotten this when Monday rolled around (well, not completely; something about peanuts and boiling was in the back of my mind all that morning) so when he came around with an open bag and asked "Are you allergic to peanuts?" I knew it was boiled peanut time. However, my first thought on looking into the bag was that these were chocolate covered peanuts due to the very dark, nearly black color of the objects I was presented with. I took one (only one) and it was wet and the shell was very soft, as were the peanuts inside. The taste was quite awful (to my taste buds) but Bobby seemed in love with them, being from Alabama and all. The woman coworker sitting next to me reluctantly took one of the poor things from Bobby's moist bag, but then declared her refusal to even consider eating it. Maybe some ham flavored ones would be more appetizing (everything tastes better with ham in it).
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