I needed to post this story before I forgot. I’ve had a lot of interesting work stories in the last two days.
Before I get started, I’d like to mention that my workplace is extremely strict on contraband. Meaning, anything that can be used to copy or record sensitive information. We are not allowed pens, paper, cell phones, and other like items on the production floor. Hell, we can’t even have food.
That said, my coworkers and I were getting ready to go available for calls and chats.
Coworker one: “Do you have scissors?”
Coworker two: “No”
Coworker one: “Does anyone have scissors?”
Me: “Dude, we can’t have scissors. That’s contraband”
Coworker one: “What? Why?”
Me: “Because we could use the scissors to carve account numbers on our arms”
Coworker three: “Or slit our wrists”
Me: “That’s also why we can’t have food on the floor. We might sharpen a Dorito and attack someone”
Me: “Death by Dorito”
Me: “Write that down”
Me: “That’s an excellent band name”
Coworker three: “Mad Dog and the Doritos”
Me: “I almost like that name better”
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