SO I'm reheating some pasta and sauce from last night for lunch and a
co-irker who I bearly know (150 people in my office) says, "Wow, I hope your not eating anything else today!" I said "What?" She replied "That's a lot of food."
What the heck is up with that?
If I need to feel guilty about something I'll call my Italian mother.
Moreover, I don't think I should have to explain my eating habits to someone I barely know. Whether I intended to eat the whole thing or only 1/2 the plate and donate the other half to tsunami victims, whether had eaten anything else today, spent 1 1/2 at the gym, whether it was lo-cal pasta or pursuant to some particular diet I was on, whether I was heating it up to use it as a frickin hot pack, whether I had been puking sick all morning, or was simply going to sniff the dang plate for 1/2 hour then throw it out. Get outta my lunch!
(Ok, I feel better having gotten that off my chest)
co-irker who I bearly know (150 people in my office) says, "Wow, I hope your not eating anything else today!" I said "What?" She replied "That's a lot of food."
What the heck is up with that?
If I need to feel guilty about something I'll call my Italian mother. Moreover, I don't think I should have to explain my eating habits to someone I barely know. Whether I intended to eat the whole thing or only 1/2 the plate and donate the other half to tsunami victims, whether had eaten anything else today, spent 1 1/2 at the gym, whether it was lo-cal pasta or pursuant to some particular diet I was on, whether I was heating it up to use it as a frickin hot pack, whether I had been puking sick all morning, or was simply going to sniff the dang plate for 1/2 hour then throw it out. Get outta my lunch!
(Ok, I feel better having gotten that off my chest)
