Snacks of a Different Kind

So this afternoon, Diana came to see me at work. It was lunch time, so she met me downstairs in the lobby and we proceeded to head to the dreaded cafeteria, where Diana produced a bag of snacks for us to munch on while she bitched about doing her taxes ("I'm writing off lattes from Starbucks"). Snacks to Diana was a tub of hummus, baked pita chips, and diet tea. When we spoke on the phone this morning and set up the get-together, all I said was for her to bring snacks. I dipped a few chips and drank a swallow of tea (ack!) before giving up.

If I had been entrusted to bring the snacks, I'm pretty much sure we would have had a largely different, artery-clogging selection before us. Let's see, I was thinking more along the lines of double battered fried mushrooms, vegetable sandwiches from the Indian stand (with real butter), and mango milk shakes. To which Diana would have probably eaten none of; not because she is watching her weight...no, but because Diana only eats what she loves. However, Viv and Jan would have fought to the death over the last mushrooms.

By the end of our snack date, Diana had eaten all the hummus, chips, and drank both of our teas. On my way back to the office, I picked me up a veggie sandwich, skipped the mushrooms, and drank orange juice instead of a milk shake.

When I left work, my office still smelled like spices. It's a perfume, you know?

Sometimes we're all snacks of a different kind.