T0p D0g Reloaded
Monday, August 06, 2007
The ketchup story
There are many kinds of madeleines. In the story below, which is a translation after one of my Romanian texts, the madeleine is made of ketchup.
I suspect that somewhere in the land of messed up orders, missed tips and heavy layoffs within the service sector there is a secret conspiracy of freshly fired Pizza Hut employees, who, just upon leaving their workplace, take revenge by switching the sweet ketchup and the hot one...
Once upon a time, when I was close to graduation, an older colleague was fired from a rather prestigious job he held pretty much by a matter of competence, to make room for I don't whose mistress. Upon his departure he has delivered a fully accounted inventory, computer and all. Furthermore, to the delight of his bosses, no file had been erased from the hard... Two days later, after the affair's sorting, the remaining colleagues needed some information to be found in one of them files. Where, with no exception, only this could be found: "(you get) dick".