The party’s not over – not even close. My four amigos and I are still with sombrero. It has become a vertical extension of ourselves at this point.
The challenge has been just that, challenging. We have experienced questionable glares, an abundance of inquiries from other coworkers, and the periodic itchy scalp. Personally, I have developed a fear of wind. The whole thing is rather annoying, but not bothersome enough to surrender.
Unfortunately, we still don’t even know what we’re competing for. Sure, the title of “Speedy Gonzales” is enticing, but pride isn’t everything – money and gifts are everything! You guys have come up with some awesome ideas thus far. Many circulating rewards involve margaritas and guac – excellente, me gusta.
Now, let’s determine punishments. What should the loser have to endure when they finally meet defeat? Leave your ideas in the comments below! Ariba!