At Kapture, we work hard. And we play hard. In the offices, we can’t go one day without an adventure. The most recent of which unexpectedly reminded me of my childhood.
Our director of marketing, Charlie has a way about him. He’s got the air of a 1920’s bootlegger: dashing and dangerous. He’s friends with everyone, knows the neighborhood gossip, and would be the most likely person to find the secret bar behind a trick bookshelf in a greasy spoon restaurant.
I mention all this because Charlie was probably the kinda kid on the playground who could get you anything. You want a box of limited edition Blue Raspberry Gushers? He could get you that. For a price. He’d pull open his trench coat, revealing candy cigarettes, fruit by the foot, handi-snacks, the works, like its no big deal.
So, in a way that only he could get away with, Charlie pulled me aside today and in a hushed voice, asked me if I wanted to see something cool.
Intrigued, I nodded and he motioned me over to his desk. I crouched by his filing cabinet while he fiddled with the lock, and slowly opened the bottom drawer to reveal an inconspicuous cardboard box. I raised an eyebrow.
Sensing my disbelief, Charlie’s eyes twinkled.
“Dude, check this out,” he said, grinning. He flicked open the top of the box to reveal the rarest office snack of them all…
My jaw dropped. “Are those —?” I asked, examining the blue box.
On it was a cartoon Kangaroo slam dunking a cookie into crème and sprinkles.
“Dunkaroos!” I exclaimed, a little too loudly.
“Shhh!” Charlie hushed me and snapped the box shut.
I hadn’t seen Dunkaroos since the mid 90’s. A fleeting product of my childhood that had all but disappeared into the dusty confines of memory… and Charlie had managed to find them. Fresh.
“This is our secret. Capish?” He said, shoving the box into his filing cabinet.
Where this kid found Dunkaroos is anyone’s guess. I’m pretty sure they stopped manufacturing them circa 1997. But now I’m craving some.
I guess I’ll try to barter and trade some of my fruit roll ups for a Dunkaroo snack pack and pretend I’m a kid again.
Just another day in the office.
Update: At the time of this writing, I have procured a snack pack of Dunkaroos, compliments of Charlie. He enjoyed the blog post so much, that he decided to reward me for my efforts.
Here’s a photo of our transaction.