Posts Tagged ‘lunch’
Every once in awhile I’ll unknowingly get a cut somewhere that doesn’t hurt. It’s weird to find blood on yourself and have a moment of “What… whose blood is this?”
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Working in an office I was fairly successful in avoiding getting sick from other employees. I kept my desk a safe zone and made sure to wash my hands well as the last thing every time I returned to it. This doesn’t work as well when you have little children that will sneeze directly into your open mouth.
I wonder if freezing humans became common if there would be people that would do it as a sort of crude one way time travel. I guess it would depend on how far you could go. Although it might be a really boring. Wake up in the future and then spend all day reading wikipedia learning about all the things that happened while you were sleeping.
Some people brush their teeth after lunch. Some don’t. Some of the non-brushers eat things that are very pungent. And they work in a crowded office. With bad ventilation. In the summer. At least this is how it was presented to me when my coworker handed me the toothbrush.
Today’s Biff will get you.
Most of my lunch surprises were the result of my own mistakes. Like a lunch that consisted of a meat in a sauce to be served over rice… and I leave the rice at home. It’s hard to scrounge up an extra bowl of rice in the buildings I’ve worked in. If I needed ketchup packets or a plastic spoon I would have been all set.
Today’s Biff is under da sea.
Sometimes I want to become invisible just so I can browse around some stores. I don’t actually want to purchase anything. I don’t have any questions. I just want to look at stuff. It used to be that I would give a polite “No, thank you.” to the first person that asked me if I needed help and then I was left alone. These days I think they assume I’m a shoplifter as wave after wave of people come at me to offer “help”.
Today’s Biff sticks around.
I don’t eat much. This always made it weird to go out for lunch with a group of coworkers. “Hey lets order 10 different appetizers!” of which I don’t eat “Let’s get 5 pitchers of Diet Coke!” of which I don’t drink “We need to split this 2 foot tall chocolate cake!” of wich I eat a bit of frosting. Somehow though I’m expected to pay an equal share of the full bill. Luckily I put some memory altering powder in the Diet Coke so nobody remembers where the rest of that cake went.
Today’s Biff learns the moves.