legacypc46
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Shipping for Christmas is a crazy time. So, here's what might happen if HO doesn't come thru with their usual open Saturdays in December. (KG originally posted this in a thread from one of the "practical and helpful" forums, but I think this deserves to be highlighted in the Chef's Lounge...where irreverent humor takes on a life of its own ). -leggy
'Twas the Saturday before Christmas
And all through the plant,
Not a creature was stirring
Not even an aunt.
The boxes were stacked
By the truck dock with care
In hopes the FedEx man
Soon would be there.
Jean Jonas had come in
To pick up a box.
A dry-ice packed gift pack
Of bagels and lox.
When out on the lawn
There arose such a noise,
KG must be there
With some of the boys.
Off to the window
Jean jumped like a flash
Tore open her shutters
And threw up on the sash!
For what to her wondering
Eyes should appear
But a whole tribe of Cheffers
With a truck load of beer.
"Open the office!"
Arose the group's chant.
"There's nobody here!
I'm sorry, I can't!"
"Why did I come here?"
Was Jean's only thought.
Her perfect red hair
Suddenly tied in a knot.
With her eyes full of wonder
She saw Ann open her sack,
With a flick of her wrist
Ann opened her Mac.
"Fear not, fellow Cheffers!"
Ann said with a grin.
"Here's the Pampered Chef network,
I tell you, I'm in!"
More rapid than lightning
Her fingers, they flew
Searching old orders
And placing some new.
"That about does it!"
Ann says with a sigh.
"I've fixed all your problems
It's time to say 'Bye!'"
So the Cheffers all packed up
And they all headed out.
Walking TPC Lane
Jean heard someone shout:
"So long, Jean Jonas
It wasn't your fault.
We're off to Portillo's
For a hot dog and malt!"
'Twas the Saturday before Christmas
And all through the plant,
Not a creature was stirring
Not even an aunt.
The boxes were stacked
By the truck dock with care
In hopes the FedEx man
Soon would be there.
Jean Jonas had come in
To pick up a box.
A dry-ice packed gift pack
Of bagels and lox.
When out on the lawn
There arose such a noise,
KG must be there
With some of the boys.
Off to the window
Jean jumped like a flash
Tore open her shutters
And threw up on the sash!
For what to her wondering
Eyes should appear
But a whole tribe of Cheffers
With a truck load of beer.
"Open the office!"
Arose the group's chant.
"There's nobody here!
I'm sorry, I can't!"
"Why did I come here?"
Was Jean's only thought.
Her perfect red hair
Suddenly tied in a knot.
With her eyes full of wonder
She saw Ann open her sack,
With a flick of her wrist
Ann opened her Mac.
"Fear not, fellow Cheffers!"
Ann said with a grin.
"Here's the Pampered Chef network,
I tell you, I'm in!"
More rapid than lightning
Her fingers, they flew
Searching old orders
And placing some new.
"That about does it!"
Ann says with a sigh.
"I've fixed all your problems
It's time to say 'Bye!'"
So the Cheffers all packed up
And they all headed out.
Walking TPC Lane
Jean heard someone shout:
"So long, Jean Jonas
It wasn't your fault.
We're off to Portillo's
For a hot dog and malt!"