Today, PHX fleet service employees held a potluck dinner in the A-concourse breakroom. The resulting banquet included mostly foods from the Pacific Islands and cake and assorted pastries. Pizza, too. Naturally, ramp management was of the paranoid belief that the potluck was purposly scheduled at exactly the same time that they were having a barbeque. Few attended the barbeque. Most rampers probably figured that they could have second and thirds and fourths at the potluck and that was better than having ONE ONLY serving at the management affair. Perhaps the rampers were just sick of being served hot dogs and brats whenever morale is down. I don't know. I really don't know.