Last Friday was our monthly attorney meeting. Typically, one of the lawyers in the office gives an update on significant case developments over the past month. Our office tradition is that whoever is giving the legal update that month is also responsible for bringing donuts to the office for the meeting. I helped establish this tradition years ago. It got off to a bit of a bumpy start because some people simply did not follow directions. It is known as "donut Friday." So, when it is your turn to bring food for the meeting, what's supposed to be in the box? Bagels? No. Pastries? No. Nutrition bars?
If you think that is the correct answer, you should pack your office and leave, and just arrange for your final paycheck to be donated to some charity that conducts research into the causes of mental retardation, and then seek the services of said charity. The only correct answer is: "donuts." Anyhow, sorry about the tangent there. Let me take a deep breath and re-focus...
Okay, we're back. So, last Friday, I stop at a donut store in town that I know has bacon donuts. Nothing really fancy. Just a maple frosted donut with chopped bacon (about 1/2 inch squares) on top. Unfortunately, they only had one left. I bought it anyway, figuring it would be fun to sit back and watch people fight over it. So, the meeting begins...not one person was even interested. By the end of the meeting, all donuts are gone, EXCEPT the bacon donut. They all thought it was too weird.
There are no words...