Blog of Billy

So I'm in the break room at work watching my soup go around the microwave when this guy comes in and starts rummaging through the fridge for his lunch. My mind starts to wander, and I start to think, "I really need a girl who would wake up with me and pack me a little sack lunch, so I can eat decently at work, and not have to do the soup thing every day." Then I look again and he pulls an a faux-Tupperware container of salad and an orange out of the fridge and I decide that the addition of a girl would really not make lunch that much better. All too much like "mom has a hangover" sack lunches in grade school. I'd get an apple, a baggie of dry cereal, a candy bar, and a napkin in a grocery sack. Horray for childhood memories.

The more I think about it, the more compelling microwaved soup is.