So funny story, at least I hope it's funny because I laughed an inappropriate amount while thinking it. Today at work (I have left the hotel to join the people of the light once again- goodbye forever night shift!), I was extremely hungry. I'm a bit stupid and forgot to bring a snack to tide me over lunchtime to when I get to go home and eat again.
Anyway, occasionally there's food just sort of sitting in our break room. It's a free-for-all and today I was much more excited to see food in there than I was on Monday. Monday there was week-old cake in the break room. If anyone who doesn't know me is reading this- I dislike cake. Frosting makes me gag and the texture is just...not to be discussed.
Today, though, today there were some muffins in there. Chocolate chip muffins to be exact. This is important information because I'm not just talking about bran muffins or something else that's only appropriate for breakfast- or better yet, never.
So, being of hungry stomach and drastically slowed down mind, I took one of these muffins back to my office.
There's only one problem- I actually share my office with another of my coworkers. So I'm sitting here sneaking bites of this muffin like I'm breaking the law or something. All to avoid one simple thing: small talk.
Because, sometimes, you just don't want to talk about the muffin you're eating.
Small talk revolving around what one is eating is the absolute worst! They'll be sitting there, making observations about your food and the fact that you're eating- possibly even asking you questions like "Oh is that blueberry?" or, god forbid, "Is it any good?"
And the whole time they're speaking at you, you're sitting there chewing, eyes like a deer's in headlights, wondering why the hell you thought you needed this muffin so badly that this penance escaped your mind when you grabbed it.
Anyway, my muffin is almost gone now. I've evaded an awkward conversation...for now.
