Tradeshow Games

Making it through the not-terrible eggs, half-decent sausage, and really-nasty hashbrown without getting ketchup on anything while at one of those standing tradeshow-floor tables feels like a real accomplishment.
Proceeding to the post-breakfast-coffee tables and getting your hands sticky from the quite-good danish, now without recourse to the paper napkins you felt so good about not needing only moments ago, feels a defeat worthy of Sophocles.