It was nine o’clock on a Saturday night and the night crew of Farmer Brown’s Nut Company were operating under a code red. Not a single employee knew what to do. The only member of management left on deck was the nineteen-year-old nephew of the company owner, who hadn’t looked up from his phone all day until the sirens blared.
“Have you found any?” the foreman asked his line managers.
Ten people shook their heads. They had scoured the shop floor, the basement, and one brave soul even ventured into the centuries old attic filled with spiders, bats, and probably more than a few dead bodies, but still nothing had turned up.
“What’s all the racket,” the manager asked.
“We’re out of seasoning.”
The foreman sighed and pretended he was speaking to one of his children. “No seasoning. No nuts. No money.”
The last part got through. “NO MONEY!”
The foreman nodded.
“Oh, man, this isn’t good. What are we going to do? We have to get the order ready for delivery in the morning.”
Workers shook their head. Everyone missed the old management. This kid knew nothing about business or anything. That’s why they stuck him on the night shift. Rather than addressing the problem, the manager buried himself back in his phone and returned to his office. The foreman and crew returned to looking all over for spare seasoning. This would have never happened before.
Thirty minutes later, the manager reappeared from him office and went to the plant’s front door.
“Thanks, man. You’re a life saver.”
The manager waved to his friend and returned to the shop floor with a lunch sack.
“Here. Put this in the seasoning bin and get the order filled.”
The foreman looked at the sack and back to the manager in disbelief. Still, it wasn’t his job. Maybe this was the gift the crew had been waiting for. No way whatever was in the bag would last for the entire order. It would be his job, not theirs when the order doesn’t go out.
He dumped the rainbow sprinkles into the shaker and started the production line. Everyone had expected the peanuts to come out dry after just a few seconds, but four hours later, they were still coming out with a fine dusting of rainbow sprinkles that sparkled in the light.
Whispers spread about what the manager had put in the bag, but only the foreman dared to try a peanut. As soon as the nut his his tongue, his face lit with delight. It was the best tasting peanut he had ever had. Soon, all the employees were eating peanuts and forgetting their troubles as they worked.
By morning the order had gone out and as the night shift was leaving the foreman tapped the manager on the arm and asked what was in the bag.
“Unicorn shit,” the manager said. “Friend has farm just outside of town. That crap lasts forever.”
The foreman decided it would be best to never tell his crew.