Copyrighted by Lorna Tedder. Originally published in Third Degree of Truth.
I was bored with food and tempted to skip lunch altogether, but I’d already been bored with breakfast ideas and did skip the most important meal of my day. So I wandered over to the Food Court and picked up the Special #1 to-go from the Chinese booth and headed back to the office so I’d have enough time to check email before rushing to my next meeting.
I’d barely opened my to-go box when I got called in to answer questions on a tasker I’m working for the Assistant Secretary of the Air Force’s speech in a few weeks. By the time I got back to my office, my egg roll was ice cold, the rice was gummy, and the sweet-and-sour chicken didn’t look so sweet anymore.
And by that time, I had to run to my next appointment in another building. I had 5 minutes to eat. So I kicked off my shoes, sipped a tall cup of watered-down Coke, and squashed my fortune cookie open—and lit up my email all at one instant.
Guess I took out a little too much aggression on the fortune cookie because half of it skittered across my desk. This is what happens when I clean off my desk—nothing to block fleeing food!
Great, I thought. There goes half my lunch.
But I plucked my fortune from the remains of the cookie on the desk and read it out loud: “You are a person of culture.”
Which is why the other half of my fortune cookie had fallen onto the floor and into my shoe.
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