Some days you just have to accept that the business plan has officially taken a turn into “barnyard chaos meets roadside adventure.”
Because nothing says Chicks on the Road quite like a group of chickens fully committing to a joyride in an old VW Bug like they own the place.
No GPS. No agenda. Just vibes, questionable driving decisions, and at least one chicken clearly in charge of the playlist.
I’m not saying this is how all meetings should go… but I am also not not saying that productivity might improve with a few feathers and a sun-faded Beetle.
If you need me, I’ll be negotiating with the flock about mileage reimbursement and whether eggs count as payment.