This, too, was a sign...

In the interest of being frugal and saving money - or at least using it to reduce my debt - I carry my lunch to work. Most days, I eat the same thing for lunch: a chicken sandwich with spinach leaves and provolone, roasted tomatoes and red peppers with mozzarella, some yogurt, and a Coke Zero. Simple enough.

For whatever reason, however, this term, my little eating containers - I'll call them tupperware, but without the capital since they actually aren't that brand - are failing me.

Sometimes as I'm coming up the stairs, other days when I pull my lunch out of the communal refrigerator, the lids to my containers have decided to shake off their oppressive seals, spilling the contents into the bag. I use these same containers at home, and this never seems to happen. It only seems to happen when I bring them here. And I cannot help but think that perhaps I am missing some basic meaning here, some message from the Powers that Lunch.

But what, what are they trying to tell me?

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e said...

probably to switch up your menu. your lower-case tupperware longs for variety.

October 29, 2008 at 2:49 PM
Dr. Curmudgeon said...

Hah! A touch, a touch I do confess...E, how rarely you appear, how often with a zinger.

October 29, 2008 at 5:05 PM
e said...

a man cannot live on tomato and mozzarella salad alone is all I'm sayin'...

October 29, 2008 at 6:14 PM
ash said...

Your lunch seems to be saying, "I want out of here!"

I think your lunch is trying to tell you something.

October 29, 2008 at 7:08 PM
undine said...

They are whispering "Ziploc bag around the tupperware! Ziploc bag!"

October 29, 2008 at 10:20 PM
Samantha said...

I think you need real Tupperware!

October 30, 2008 at 8:02 PM