It started out as a good day at the office. Birds were chirping, Für Elise was playing in the background, and tacos were being brought to you guys at record timing. It was all good, right? Yes, life was good, and nothing could have ruined it... until the Taco Wars.
Okay, we all get hungry. Work tends to do that. And at approximately 10:30am, we were hungry To make matters worse, we didn't pack any lunch. (We all had plans on going out to lunch) At 10:31am, one of the interns came in with a full plate of tacos as a gift of goodwill. (True motives might have been to sweeten up the crew)
This was the moment that things changed.
So at the office, we totaled up to 50 hungry employees. When the intern walked in with 20 tacos, we knew there was going to be trouble. If he would have had an agenda or any idea of how he would have allocated the tacos, the Taco War would or could have been avoided. Instantaneously, we all flocked the intern, reminding him of how special he was. Out of fright, the intern threw the platter on the nearest table and got out of there quick AF.
This was the moment that things changed.
So at the office, we totaled up to 50 hungry employees. When the intern walked in with 20 tacos, we knew there was going to be trouble. If he would have had an agenda or any idea of how he would have allocated the tacos, the Taco War would or could have been avoided. Instantaneously, we all flocked the intern, reminding him of how special he was. Out of fright, the intern threw the platter on the nearest table and got out of there quick AF.
We all sat there silent, looking at the platter. About half of us on each side of the table. It was like an old western stand off in one of those Clint Eastwood films. To resolve the conflict, ideas started popping up like, "let's flip a coin or we can break the tacos in half and then divvy them out. But everyone knew... this would not work. Immediately, two sides began to form. And before we knew it, each side began constructing defenses.
Times had changed and it was only 10:38am. No one knew what to do next. The tacos were still in the middle, and all was silent. After game plan strategies and taco logistics, both sides were ready to storm the table for the tacos. It was at the point when both sides were finishing the countdown that the intern busted through the front door.
In his arms were 30 more tacos. With wide eyes and disbelieve, we all looked at the beautiful platter. It was 10:39am.
And before we knew it, we were all eating tacos, laughing together happily. The taco war failed and all was well.
Elliot Bostick
Mr Delivery
And before we knew it, we were all eating tacos, laughing together happily. The taco war failed and all was well.
Elliot Bostick
Mr Delivery
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