From the “Why am I the way I am?” department…
I made a stir fry for lunch this morning. Noodles, veggies… some garlic and some heat. Not bad for a Wednesday morning at 7:30AM.
It is lunchtime. I am hungry. I did not bring a utensil.
I then discovered that there was not a utensil available in my entire building. It was either a spatula included in a pizza box some time ago, or use the smoothe machine and extrude the mix into my thermos.
(You guys know I work in an office complex within a large factory, right? And that I take the bus?” So just “going out” isn’t really an option)
Miraculously, a co worker drops by my office, and tells me that she is driving up to Kroger.
I explain my plight, and I blurt out, entirely without thinking “Hey, I brought this stir fry thingy into work today, and don’t have a fork or a spoon and there aren’t any in the kitchen, when you’re in the grocery store, can you buy me a head of boston lettuce or something so that I can maybe wrap the stir fry up in the leaves and eat it that way?”
“Um, Jeff…” she replied, incredulously.
“Yeah, I’m serious, can you!??!”
“Jeff why don’t I just… BRING YOU BACK A FORK.”