Last year, myself and an accomplice, who’s a friend of mine, decided to corner the spork racket in the school, since we sensed that a spork craze would be hitting soon, and we wanted to be the first to start it.
But we didnt’ wanna have no pansy-ass plastic sporks, no sir. OUR sporks were gonna be stainless steel, durable, and trustworthy. In short, we wouldn’t just be making sporks for our clients, we’d be making lifetime companions.
Only thing is, we had a few problems.
Problem Number One? No supplies. Easily remedied, though, as we launched an operation to make the Mission Impossible crew proud, and “borrowed” a few spoons from the cafeteria. The plan was that we’d then cut grooves into the spoons, and make our own sporks.
Problem Number Two: We had no metal-shop skill whatsoever, and even less time to spend carving silverware hybrids. Oh well, we thought, we can improvise. Another trip to the cafeteria ensued, this time resulting in a number of knives equal to the number of spoons aquired in the previous op.
A bit of ductape, a smidgen of creativity, and a whole lotta love were all that was required to bond the spoon and knife into the next generation of eating utensil: The Sporkco Model 2000! Even better, the tape bonding the two was applied using the “acu-grip” system, leaving a nice handle for the client.
For some reason, though, nobody wanted to buy our sporks. Kept saying stuff about how they “weren’t really sporks” and how we “looked funny”. Now, I have two genuine Sporkco prototypes up on my desk, gathering dust, to remind me of my past defeats.
Ah, well, it was a good way to kill time, and we were in a weird mood, anyhoo. Good memories from the spork buisness.
