This afternoon, Diana visited me at work. It was lunch time, so she met me downstairs in the lobby and we proceeded to head to the building's 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 Starbuck's lattes."). I looked at her food offerings and seriously considered trying my luck at the cafeteria assembly line. Snacks to Diana is a tub of plain 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 guess I meant something indulgent like a slice of rich chocolate cheesecake from the bakery we love. But it's Diana. I dipped a few pita chips in the boring hummus and drank a swallow of the very chemical-tasting tea (ack!) before giving up.
If I had been entrusted to bring the snacks, I'm pretty certain 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. Of 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 mushroom.
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 an Indian veggie sandwich, skipped the mushrooms, and drank orange juice instead of a milk shake.
When I left work, my office still smelled like spices.
Sometimes we're all snacks of a different kind.
If I had been entrusted to bring the snacks, I'm pretty certain 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. Of 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 mushroom.
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 an Indian veggie sandwich, skipped the mushrooms, and drank orange juice instead of a milk shake.
When I left work, my office still smelled like spices.
Sometimes we're all snacks of a different kind.