mid-afternoon insanity
Aug. 19th, 2011 02:57 pmSo one of my coworkers is just back from vacation, and has brought some turkish delight with her. Fairly genuine stuff, a box of rose and a box of coconut/hazelnut. (I've been sticking to the rose because I don't like coconut.) Another coworker has, in a non-serious way, been complaining because it isn't chocolate-coated turkish delight.
The non-serious complaining on both sides escalates.
At this point I suggest that maybe it's the sugar-coated type to allow easier arsenic poisoning. (See Strong Poison by Dorothy Sayers for further details.) While my manager, who has been listening, mimes stomach pains and collapse (it is Friday afternoon, after all) I explain to another coworker about the plot of Strong Poison (hero bluffs villain who he suspects to have become immune to arsenic poison by taking small doses, convincing him that he has actually taken large dose while eating turkish delight, and thus proven his immunity to the poison and thus his guilt). I also go into a digression about the old "poisons book" in chemists, about how one could buy arsenic or strychnine to kill rats or wasps, and how arsenic used to be nicknamed "inheritance powder".
My coworker wonders out loud how come I know so much about arsenic.
I excuse myself by explaining it's because of my interest in classic Golden Age crime fiction.
(But I suspect that now she knows too much . . .)
The non-serious complaining on both sides escalates.
At this point I suggest that maybe it's the sugar-coated type to allow easier arsenic poisoning. (See Strong Poison by Dorothy Sayers for further details.) While my manager, who has been listening, mimes stomach pains and collapse (it is Friday afternoon, after all) I explain to another coworker about the plot of Strong Poison (hero bluffs villain who he suspects to have become immune to arsenic poison by taking small doses, convincing him that he has actually taken large dose while eating turkish delight, and thus proven his immunity to the poison and thus his guilt). I also go into a digression about the old "poisons book" in chemists, about how one could buy arsenic or strychnine to kill rats or wasps, and how arsenic used to be nicknamed "inheritance powder".
My coworker wonders out loud how come I know so much about arsenic.
I excuse myself by explaining it's because of my interest in classic Golden Age crime fiction.
(But I suspect that now she knows too much . . .)
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Date: 2011-08-19 02:51 pm (UTC)::shifty eyes::
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Date: 2011-08-19 03:18 pm (UTC)Well, at least, it smells of roses. And it's sweet.
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Date: 2011-08-19 07:08 pm (UTC)And never ever give anyone arsenic, of course. ;)
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Date: 2011-08-24 12:35 am (UTC)(I too know way to much about arsenic poisoning.)
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Date: 2011-08-24 12:58 am (UTC)I do remember chunks, but I'm afraid that I can't check references. Was there something in particular you were thinking about?
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