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?