a.k.a. V.J.

This afternoon, I was one of many men at work across the world. It was business as usual. Then my phone buzzed with a text.

“Who can it be now?” I asked myself, picking up the phone. It was a message from Jen:

Edible cargo from down under? I was game to give it a try.

When Jen got home later on with the package of Vegemite, I wasted no time spreading the new food on a cracker. As I brought the foreign substance to my lips, I started silently willing the Vegemite to be tasty. “Be good, be good, be good, be good, be good, be good, be good, be good…”

Did I find the strong flavor of Vegemite to be overkill? Did my kitchen become a place where men chunder? I can see it in your eyes that you want my honest critique. Lest you think of me as Mr. Jive, here is my real-time reaction in video form:

My final verdict on eating Vegemite? It’s a mistake.

Posted with all apologies to Mr. Colin Hay and Men at Work.