This morning, I took out a slice of Rudy’s Organic Bakery 14 Grain bread, cut it in half and smeared chunky Skippy Natural peanut butter on one side, topping it off with the other.
I looked forward to that half sandwich all morning. While technically lunch, I decided to eat it mid-morning instead and have something else for lunch.
At 10:40 this morning, I pulled out the pink plastic sandwich box I have with the transparent hearts on the cover and began nibbling at the crust of my sandwich. I always eat the crust first. It lasts longer and somehow tastes better that way.
And then, mid-nibble, I noticed a funny taste: mold. I felt what little sandwich I had eaten begin churning in my stomach. I choked it back. I pulled the sandwich away from my mouth and examined what was left of the crust. There it was: very small and almost the same color as the bread, but unmistakable upon close inspection.
My loved and anticipated sandwich went into the black plastic waste basket hidden under my desk. Tonight, the housekeeping staff will empty the waste basket and my sandwich will wither away somewhere dark and smelly. Maybe it will make a good snack for some wily Dumpster-diving wild animal out scavenging in the city.