My old pal Ted is an industrious little bastard. When he forgot to bring a fork to his studio for lunch, he didn’t hurl his Tupperware container of  noodles in the garbage and slit his wrists with an exacto knife. No, yanked himself up by the bootstraps and fashioned this out of nails, plywood, a drillbit and tape. Now when you forget your utensils, The Spirit of Ted will inspire you not to resort to the hundred-year-old office sporks. You’ll do it your damn self out of thumbtacks, scotch tape, a pink eraser and an ink pen. Or The Spirit of Krista will inspire you and you’ll just flash your vagina for quarters in the conference room and eat a king’s meal out of the vending machine.