Be a Survivor

My best we-can-laugh-about-it-now story from last fall involved a major cataloger whose big fall drop featured product samples containing sugar.

One recipient received the sample on the morning the anthrax story broke, opened it, saw sugar on her fingertips and called 911. The anti-terror squad arrived in decontamination suits, blocked off and evacuated every home in a three-block radius, pushed the recipient and her husband into their kids’ front yard wading pool, and swabbed them down with brushes.