I am truly amazed at how bad my feet smell after a day at work. It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
My lunch at work usually consists of: a banana (which I eat at first break); two hard boiled eggs; an apple; raisins; sunflower seeds; sometimes a bag of chips or a candy bar from the machines in the lunch room. During the holidays add 2 mandarin oranges. Last Wednesday I opened my bag to find that there were no eggs. I had a memory of boiling the eggs that morning, but since they weren’t in my bag, I wondered if I had left them at home. Worse yet, I wondered if I left them in the pot, boiling. At first break (I technically start work at 8:30 and first break is 10:30) I decided I had to wake up Stewie to check to see if the kitchen was on fire. I called him and just asked him to check the kitchen. When I got home, he told me there were no eggs at all – not in a pot nor on the counter. So that was fine. Clearly I had a false memory.
Today, as I was leaving work, I saw a Sunshine Market bag on the filing cabinet that is in the locker room at work. It’s where I put my bag when I pull out my music tapes ‘n’ stuff. Inside were my two eggs. They smelled a bit (being 6 days at room temperature) but I so desperately wanted to eat them. Wasted food is one of my pet peeves. Or, if not a peeve, I just think it’s tragic, because food is so yummy. Anyway Taylor talked me out of it, so when we got outside I hucked one onto the road for kicks. That was satisfying, but not as satisfying as rolling the other out onto Marine Drive and waiting for a car to run over it. Ho ho! It was just about a foot out of the rut that the tires go, but eventually a bus nicked it. Then a sports car changing lanes and oh the mess it made! Fun for the whole family.