The Lunch Post

I was the first one there, Curtis was answering a hip page or getting a candygram or something, and I just started nuking the two-day-old lunch. It was too big to eat at one sitting and not have to use the company toilet; I chose to divide and conquer the meal and I was on day two.

Curtis pops up and sits down and opens the olde-school lunch container, a true heirloom of past lunches, and proceeds to munch on a prepared sandwich which looked tasty. I moved into my boomerang of a lunch and stared forward at the tv rolling propo. From across the room came a stretched friend named Dan. Dan was to soon join both Curtis and myself in the midst of our digestion intake.

At our oddly-shaped table, we soon discovered that Dan had apparently mistaken his lunch for a blunt-force-trauma instrument that he mistook for his sub sandwich. Both Curis and I instinctively ducked before we visually sighted overspilling lettuce and then we were cool. We all figured Security had been alerted and was on top of it, no worries, while Dan proceeded to help the "evidence" disappear.

Angela, aka Bling Lunch, then rounded out our foray into the universally recognized act of pausing work for a food-intake upload/conversation to be determined. Her compatible demeanor and delicious-looking grub not only comforted us but also made it look like our tired lunches weren't lame, thanks Ang!

Labor parties, work ethics and implied governmental actions, beer: the scientific formula, white-suited molecules, Japan, blogs and smoking were all mixed into words and conversations between different, but amicable, lunch patrons like a colorful Pollock collage.

Our lunch was fulfilling, thought-provoking, and mostly just a chill way of relaxing.

Thanks for the fun. Happy digestion.