Next Level Opportunity

"The reason I brought you in here was that we have a proposition for you," Mr. Snodgrass said.  I think his title was Student Housing Director or something important sounding like that.  After receiving his phone call for the meeting, I thought I might get suspended over running Mad Munch out of my room for the last three months.

"A proposition?" I asked.

"Yes.  Well, I spoke with Dean Smith & some of the other high ups & they liked you guys' business prowess," he said & lowered his voice.  "Bobbo told me he sees you taking multiple deliveries to other halls on a nightly basis.  I mean, that alone proves to me that there's a viable demand for Mad Munch on this campus."

"Now, while you can not keep operating from your dorm, since it's an obvious fire hazard, we've come up with an alternative option."  I swallowed hard, not sure where he was going with it.  "We would let you guys have access to the kitchen in the Student Center, under our supervision of course, after dinner service to run your grilled cheese operation.  What do you think about that?"

I was stunned.  Not only did they like what we were doing, but they wanted us to continue doing it & use their equipment?  

"Wow, Mr. Snodgrass.  I don't know what to say.  Would we have to pay you to use the kitchen?"

"No, we'll take care of all that.  Consider it a sort of internship.  Obviously, you'd have to clean up after yourselves every night so it's ready to go in the morning," he said.  It sounded like a lot more cleaning for me but not a bad deal for Mad Munch.

"Well, talk to your buddies & see if this is something you guys wanna do."