There are very, very few sugary things that Fatty doesn't love. Peeps function in the same realm as Cadbury products, Recee's Peanut Butter Eggs, and Snicker's Nutcrackers-- I'm only allowed to eat them once a year.

Oh, the Peep. Shiny, glistening, glittery sugar! Delightful in my mouth, magic in the microwave. Much like baby giraffes and golden retrievers, I find you precious in your newborn form!

With this winning expose into Peeps, I'm reminded that that Chicago Tribune is going out of business, yes?

http://www.chicagotribune.com/features/peeps/sns-peep-factory-pg-002,0,6308948.photo

A fly on the wall while I'm home alone would find me madder than a hatter.

That said, the service industry lends itself to a few unique perspectives in regards to human behavior. That is, bullshit better left at home.

Leave your gum in your mouth. Wrap it nicely when you're done. Throw it in the proper recipetical. Do *NOT* stick it under a chair/table, as this makes you an ass.

Just like rearranging the sugar

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vMUcq4htakE&feature=player_embedded