Every day a group of us go to lunch downstairs in the cafeteria. When I say a group of us, I mean myself and whoever else happens to be going down there on that particular day. Whoever else is usually Rob, Teressa, Mark, Sandi and Kirk. Sometimes Mike, Leszlie and Amar will join us, but not often.
Anyhoo, we go to the thing and a few of us, Teressa, Sandi and myself, bring our own lunch from home. Teressa brings in leftovers, usually, from the families dinner the night before. Sandi usually has frozen food. It’ll be Lean Pockets or Lean cuisine or something, but store bought, ready-made stuff. Me, well, I bring either a bagel or a tortilla filled with smoked ham, turkey or succulent roast beef and colby or provolone cheese (or, sometimes, asiago.) Sandi and I usually have yogurt, too. Not that we both have one yogurt and share it, but we both, individually bring in a cup of yogurt for ourselves. I suppose we could try bringing in a cup and exchanging it, just to try something new, but, nah, I don’t think so.
For a while, I was bringing in a can of Coca~Cola every day, but then I switched to a bottle of I.B.C. root beer. It was fun, having the bottle that looked very much like a beer bottle, but then I switched to little bottles of Twister. Not the movie or the atmospheric event, but the mixed juices from Tropicana. Those are good. Lately, though, I’ve gone back to Coca~Cola, though I shell out a buck and buy it from one of the vending machines.
The other folks, those that aren’t Teressa, Sandi or myself, buy food in the cafeteria every day. It sometimes looks good, but not usually. 'course, robert, an odd cat, buys either a cheeseburger, fries, or chicken tenders. That’s it. Well, that and a Mt. Dew. He, literally, doesn’t eat veggies (and sure, I know fries are potatoes, but you know what I mean.) He, Robert, is a stereotypical programmer geek. Nice as pie, thin as a rail and smart as all get-out, but he has a file-cabinet full of snack-size candies and candy-bars. He sits at his desk cruising through a bag of M&M’s in no time. The big bag, too. 1# or better. He eats pizza and hamburgers, never any salads or fruit. He, to the best of anyones knowledge, has never been sick nor has he taken vacation (he has an obscene amount saved up.) He might be on to something, but I like the occasional salad, so I couldn’t try his diet.
Mike, Leszlie and Gary most often eat at their desks, while Amar, a newly-wed, usually goes home.
Sometimes we all go out to eat. Sometimes one of us will cook up something and bring it in for the group.
That’s my lunch story.
