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Jun 7, 2005
sometimes life is fair They say life isn't always fair . . . but sometimes it is. Today I was sent on a mission to pick up a lunch. 15 box lunches. Next time, I will definately send someone with my, but I figured hey, if it's packed right, I can handle it. Well, it wasn't, so I end up carrying them in 4 large K-mart bags, the ones that are like the gift bags with the imitation rope handles on top. Well, the bags wer packed so tight that the 2 handles didn't come all the way together, so I basically had to carry each bag with 2 fingers. It wasn't very pleasant. As I carried these for several blocks, someone pointed out to me that "at least I was going to have a good lunch. "Actually, I'm not, but someone is going to," I replied. Sometimes we get leftovers, but usually box lunches are ordered for the exact number of people attending the meeting. Well, it turns out that the persons words were prophetic . . . I passed that particular conference room as I was heading to my lunch break, as the meeting was breaking up, and what did I notice . . . one lunch left untouched. So, I got it. Turkey and Swiss on Rye, pasta salad, fruit salad, a dill slice, a brownie, and a coca-cola classic. 7.00 if I had paid for it. I'm getting paid to pick up lunches, so I guess that it wouldn't have been "unfair" to not get a lunch. But, as I sat in a nice shaded area behind the Chiquita Building, sharing my rye bread with a little bird bouncing around at my feet, I was stuck at least by the "fairness" of the guy who risked injury to his fingers and strain to his arms carrying that stuff around downtown getting to share in the meal. posted
by Unknown @ 11:25:00 PM |
