During the vespa commute, they all sort of smooshed around, and the hot dogs got quite covered in potato salad. at lunchtime, when I started to heat them up, I tried to scrape the potato salad off the dogs with a fork, but it left creamy streaks of potato salad on the weiners. This wasn't sufficient, I didn't want to microwave hot potato salad onto the hot dogs. So I just took the expedient route of licking it off.
It was at that exact moment, me leaning over a counter licking something creamy off of a foot long hot dog, that our Senior Vice President and the head of the company walked into the kitchen.
Let me tell you kids. In comedy, timing is everything.