Red Bull gives you wings

My office dispenses free coffee and, in just 3 months, I've already developed a tolerance to it. So, to fuel my fire while I work, I've moved up to Red Bull. Well, the sugar-free, knockoff version that only costs 30 cents. It has the same affect, and I think it tastes better.

I have a huge stash of it at my work locker. I've become something of a house supplier to my colleagues. I've even got my boss drinking it. On Tuesday morning, she said something like "Wow. My brain just won't switch on today." That was my cue to whip out a can and smilingly offer it to her. She must have been happy with the result because Friday morning she walked in toting a can of her own. She had bought brandname Red Bull. I was telling her that a local supermaket sells the 30-cent variety by the crate. Her eyes lit up and she said, "Maybe we should get a few those and stock them for our team."

An addict has been born. Yes, Red Bull gives you wings.