(lygenztia #293) The "Baconator"......

My colleague and I recently had occasion to stay in a hotel in our Nations capital. The hotel offered a buffet, quite a lovely and dignified affair and not the type of event where one would fill their pockets with peanut butter packets for lunches, or have taken ketchup packets for the console of your car.

Smoked salmon, capers, gourmet cheese, linen napkins...you know the scene; gotta wear your big boy pants.

Anyway, we notice a baconator. They (note-androgynous term) stalk the bacon container with the stealth of a coyote stalking a roadrunner. We decide to watch and observe...

The baconator makes 7 trips to the buffet table. Seven. Seven trips. My colleague and I are hardly fitness models, yet even we are aware that numerous visits to the bacon container will not go un-noticed and may be viewed with disdain by other patrons. It was an odd scene, but "judge not lest ye be judged" and all that kind of rhetoric.

I love bacon, but damn, where the heck do you put 7 trips worth? They (again, androgynous term) must have known we and all of the other patrons noticed the multiple attacks on the bacon. Of course......we were all in awe.

Bacon. It has the power to make us do unusual things.