(Inspired by my colleague and friend, Vinayak Bhat)
In a quaint little town, there resided three brothers with their wives, in a home that was a shining example of precision and routine. The brothers toiled away in a factory in the neighboring city, while their wives, embodying the spirit of cooperation, shared the household chores with clockwork efficiency.
Dinner operations were a spectacle of automation. The eldest wife, with the discipline of a drill sergeant, laid out the plates at exactly 7:30 PM. The second wife, with the precision of a chef, served the food at 7:40 PM sharp. The youngest, with the dexterity of a ninja, cleared the table and did the dishes by 8:20 PM. At precisely 8:25 PM, the trio exchanged a triumphant high-five, celebrating another flawlessly executed day.
Life continued this way for months, an unbroken symphony of punctuality. One evening, a wrench was thrown into their perfect machinery. The brothers were required to stay an hour late at the factory.
Undeterred, the eldest wife laid out the plates at 7:30 PM, the second wife served food at 7:40 PM, and the youngest cleared the table at 8:20 PM, all in the absence of any diners. At 8:25 PM they exchanged their routine high-five, basking in the glow of a job well done.
It mattered not that nobody had eaten that night. What was important was that the system had run flawlessly.
-- Pradeep K (Prady)
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