Crackle and Pop

There's a leftover box of Greek delights in the office kitchenette (think Turkish delights but less conservative). The delights, being what they are, are coated with a very generous amount of powdered sugar which has, despite everyone's best efforts, gotten all over the counter top-- thus prompting every single person to walk by -- from division chief to senior biostatistician-- to make some sort of cocaine joke. Come on, people. Doesn't anyone use heroin anymore?