Stephen just got a work email that there is leftover barbecue in the work room. This is usually great news for the man that has literally rescued ice cream from the trash can.
The only problem is we're in Romanian and the work room is in Greenville. Major bummer! It would have been better not to have known.
We both sat here in silence after we said, "that's just wrong".
Then I said, "with all the pigs here they really should do some BBQ"
To which he replied in his dry humor, "yeah but they'd either put ketchup or rum in it!"
The man has a point!
