We arrived at work last night and found that the day shift had had cake. They always have cake and don't leave us any. Strangely, the remains of icing were blue instead of orange. All the cakes are always orange because that's our company colour. Hmmmmm... Even more suspicious, there was a note saying a whole other cake was there for us, the night shift.

WHY? Why did they get a cake for the night shift? Is it poisoned?

Hmmmm...

At first coffee break, we got the cake. It was white with blue icing around the edge, a picture of the earth in blue and green, and the inscription "Diversity!".

HA! See, we knew it had to have been a trap. They wouldn't just give us a cake without some ulterior motive. Then someone made a comment about all that diversity being "hard to swallow" sometimes and that turned into a lot of "hard to swallow" jokes. After all, we still have the Gay Pride diversity poster in our lunch room. That's bound to give people joke ideas.

Finally someone gets around to cutting the cake, and inside it has an unsightly gunky whitish filling. Ew... Predictably, it was a marble cake, instead of carrot cake like we usually get (you know, on account of our orange theme - apparently bakers can't figure out how to put orange icing on anything but carrot cake). We all dutifully ate our Diversity Cake. It was insipid yet cloyingly sweet, it really was hard to swallow after a few bites, it left a bad taste in my mouth, and several of us felt like throwing up afterwards. Further jokes ensued on what an excellent metaphor that was, if only that had been the message management intended.

Then someone hit on the idea of calling it an Aryan Supremacy Cake. After all, it was white with blue eyes-ing, right?

If we weren't capable of turning just about anything into endless hilarity like this, all of us would have quit a long time ago.