The Potato War

We’re officially under attack . . . in a potato war. One bright Monday morning we rolled into Mission Control to find spuds everywhere.

 

Now, if Rule #1 is “you always need more than one knife,” Rule #2 is “never start a potato war with Knafs.”

 

Here’s how it all started: Ben visited the Work Sharp crew in Oregon. Solid trip. Great people. For the first meal they even offered a breakfast burrito. Yum, right? Except Ben bit into it to discover it was 100% potato wrapped in a tortilla. Or like 95% potato. And call the guy old-fashioned, but he believes a breakfast burrito should have a bit of egg, maybe some bacon. Definitely needs cheese.
 
Then every meal that week? Potatoes. Tucked under steaks. Hidden carefully in a carne asada burrito. Potatoes everywhere. Naturally, this became the inside joke for the group. 
 
Fast forward to Blade Show. Ben gifted a humble bag of taters and a thank you note to Work Sharp. And what do they do? They snuck a lone potato into our booth. So we counterattacked—stashing a few spuds in their booth, and even slipping some into their bags for the trip home. Harmless fun, ya know?

 

But then . . . they escalated. Our entire storefront got potatoed. 

We found potato-themed reviews on our website.

Our social media was potato bombed.

Luckily the Moon Crew rallied and created some hilarious memes and posts to help with our bruised egos.

And now we are selling the very same potato window clings they first attacked us with. Fund our revenge here.