When your machiavellian
boss gets off an airplane and jams
two or three large Cinnabon roles down the gullet, thus creating a guaranteed sugar low about two hours later when he/she starts to plow into their
email backlog. Being bonked on a cinnabon will guarantee several flaming emails with embedded rage, stinging sarcasm or all out hatred being directed back to the sender.
Brent reviewed our proposal when he got to San Jose
late last night. He must have been bonked on a cinnabon, since his
email reply suggested the idea was "brain
dead and we were a bunch of dumb asses...!"