Diners,
I was downstairs at The Charity (much better. the name is short and sweet. just don’t forget the right tags. – ed Alright! Cripes.) working on a machine around noon yesterday when the thought of lunch occurred to us. One of the “perks” of the job is free lunch. We can eat in the commissary the same fare that the downtrodden line up for every day. Of course, some fare is more popular than others so it’s wise to call first…
- “Hi, is this the kitchen? What’s for lunch today?”
- “Yeah, this is the kitchen, but we don’t know what’s for lunch today.”
- “You’re right there, aren’t you? Can you take a look?”
- “We’ve seen it, we just don’t know what it is.”
And the guy on the phone was actually involved in lunch preparation and STILL didn’t know. Just wow.
Buon appetito!
– bob