(I hope Jalopnik doesn't go 1-800-Call-Sam on me for using "carpocalypse".)
One of the horseman of the carpocalypse rode through my workplace. We used to have a cafeteria in our building which was run by a major catering company. Between the layoffs and people cutting back on spending, they couldn't make money at it.
Gone are all the made-to-order stations, and the hot entree line. The cafeteria was changed into a convenience store--prepackaged sandwiches and salads, candy, chips, and bottled drinks. Prices also went up.
The horseman left with heads hanging on his saddle. Two managers, a chef, several cooks, and others lots their jobs. I heard him rapping on the way out as he rode, "I'm rollin' down a hill, snowballin' gettin' bigger..."
