I’m eating lunch at my desk. Turkey muffaletta and jalapeno chips (it’s Friday – why the hell not). Forgetting I’m in a public place, when a chip dropped down my shirt, I reached in there, pulled it out and ate it. Just as someone from another department walked by. We made brief eye contact. Now I feel like George Costanza the time he was busted eating the eclair out of the trash. Not to compare the inside of my shirt to a trash can or me to a short, fat bald man, but you get what I’m saying.
Class act, I am.