Last night I decided to have a bit of a burger..( the whole thing actually…) The local burger-joint is right next door. I go in, order a burger and sit down to wait. A minute or two passes, and suddenly it all picks up speed…It’s a very small place, and me and the burgerman are the only persons in the room. I sit 6 feet away from him, the only thing between us being a small counter. He’s cooking the burgers, and suddenly I hear the sound of meat hitting the ground followed by a ” shit…”. As Einstein describes in the relativity theory, the minutes stretches to hours, and the clock on the wall melts DalÃ-style. It’s obvious …on account of some powerburst in the guys wrist, he flips the burger a bit to hard, and the meat hits the floor like soldiers during an air raid. He is faced the cooker, and I’m looking at him. It’s a shit situation…agreed…so I decide not to rub it in…the second he starts to turn his head, I force my entire torso around and face the wall. A couple of seconds later I decide it’s safe to turn around, and when I do…much to my surprise…there’s the burger…and I seriously doubt that it made the trip back on the cooker on raw willpower…It’s not my burger, so I decide to give the guy a break and I don’t mention it.
It’s not the most exciting story…I agree..but I mention it, because I think it says something very fundamental about business ethics. A lot of smart people (Christian) have written a lot about this subject, and I know that they know a lot more that I do (props to Aristoteles)… Anyways…you can regard this as the Busto code of business ethics…( and yes…it’s meant as a metaphor)
“Whatever you do, there’s always somebody watching you. And when you think nobody noticed, someone did, and eventually he will take you down.
Don’t think I’m gonna go back for another burger…It’s Bhopal down there…