During one of the garage build weekends, as usual, I was on food/refreshment duty. On the last day the guys were hungry and I was exhausted. I couldn't make food fast enough. I hit up the local KFC and got as much chicken and sides they would give me. Since the chicken fumes hit the guys hard and Mike was complaining about work productivity weaning, I had to think quick on my feet. I grabbed some help and put together a picnic close to the action.
Working in the construction field, I'm used to seeing what some would call ingenuity, buckets as chairs, tailgates as desks, those sorts of things. So it wasn't until my neighbor pointed out my makeshift table that I really stepped back and looked at the sight.
And yes, that's O'Douls. I can't account for our volunteer's taste.