The administrative assistants at my office have a strongly-developed sense of responsibility in ensuring that the breakroom on our floor remains spotless at all costs.
Witness the level of commitment required to not only write such a heartfelt missive, but also to construct a sturdy cardboard plaquard on which to mount it:
It has even been thoughtfully laminated so as to avoid falling victim to the spills or explosions against which it warns.
The signs are also helpfully hyperinstructive:
Just in case you are unclear on the concept of running the disposal or the mechanics behind the sink itself, remember that even one minute particle counts towards keeping our breakroom clean and sanitary.
What’s more comforting? We are not alone.
It was a bad weekend to be a purveyor of fine and delicious Mexican food here in Houston…
Fatal stabbing outside Restaurante El Ranchito
Attacks on Katy-area taco vendors
We do not stand for taco truck attacks here in Houston, as several astute Chronicle commenters have already pointed out:
“remember folks, this affects EVERYBODY… Life, Liberty, and the pursuit of Tacos! Well you two robbers of innocent taco vendors… watch your backs. I’ll be looking for you… AND I’M BRINGIN’ THE HOT SAUCE!!!!”
“You mess with the bean, you’ll end up getting the burrito”
“When caught they should be slapped to death by burritos..”
I’m now envisioning a future where the death penalty here in Texas involves lethal injection of chili con queso. That wouldn’t be so bad, right?
Image courtesy of the truly awesome TACO and Save Our Taco Trucks.