Pretty Bride is kind enough to enjoy fixing me a lunch every morning, since I’m too cheap to go out to lunch. Often, lunch is leftovers, and she’ll include instructions for preparation. Today, it was falafel. I went into our breakroom, like I do every day, and I opened my insulated lunch carrier, like I do every day, and everyone with whom I usually eat craned their necks to see what I’d brought, like they do every day, and they saw directions on how to heat and taste balls. Not something they see every day. Luckily, laughter and eating often result in choking, which is how I got to enjoy a quiet lunch alone shortly after opening my lunch and peacefully watching them die.
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