So lunch time rolls around yesterday at work. Of course I decided that sleeping an extra 3 minutes that morning was infinitely more valuable than bringing my lunch to work. I rolled down to the cafeteria and hit up the salad bar.
Pretty basic stuff there. Piled on a bed of lettuce, a bunch of spinach, a sprinkle of cheese. I’m about halfway through the line at this point, and for some reason someone put the croutons here, in the middle of the assembly line. Oh well, I can have croutons in the middle of my salad instead of on top.
So I grab the spoon, the very flat spoon I might add, and fill it with mini croutons. As I’m bringing it to my plate, many of them fall off.
An older gentleman approaches from the wrong side of the line. He was looking for the croutons, since they weren’t at the end. (“Can’t forget the croutons!!”) He sees my crouton fail and says, “Well here look you’re spilling them all over the place!” Sorry sir! So after I put about half a spoonful onto my plate I hand him the spoon. He looks at me and he’s like, “That’s not enough croutons. You need more than that!”
Seeing as how croutons contain yeast, I’m not supposed to have ANY croutons so I politely declined. He wouldn’t take no for an answer. He scooped up a bunch of mini croutons and put them on my plate. “Here you go. Now that’s much better. Everyone needs croutons!”
Thank you?
