Stan, who works the front counter on Saturdays, thinks his hat makes him look like Napoleon and a dork at the same time. Stan thinks that the reverse innovation of getting back the menu (the riddance of which thrusted Tac-go into the movie theatre niche) makes his job far too complicated. One closing in late August, as he was scooping up unused beans into a pile to put in the refrigerator for the next day (which he always thought was rather unsanitary, and liked to use his pun, "brings new meaning to the term 'refried beans'" when talking about it) he thought, "Perhaps consumers tire of the monotony of the mass produced taco - perhaps it is time for taco bars!" And so as a project for his MBA he built a taco bar, complete with fake words for small, medium and large. It was a miserable failure. He failed the course, failed college, and wound up working at Tac-go for the rest of his life. It would have been quite depressing, but near the end he didn't have to wear the hat.