You Run Too Much, Eat A Taco

Just thought you should know this is post 301.  

That’s a lot of pointless stories.

Today’s Exploit:

I went to the rig floor this morning to get pipe lengths for my depth tally.  Naturally they had just made breakfast tacos. 

Driller:  You want a taco?

Me:  Um, maybe after I get the tally.

I went about getting the lengths and comparing depths to those that the driller and the DD had.  When I got it all figured out I started back down the stairs.  

Roughneck: Micka, Micka!

Me:  Yes?

Driller:  Your taco.

Me:  Oh, I forgot.

Roughneck:  I make it.

Me:  Wow, thanks.

Driller:  You run too much, you have to eat tacos.

Makes it sound like I have a disease, and breakfast tacos are the cure.