After we put our kids to bed last night, as my wife and I were finishing up doing the the dishes, we were discussing how apparently impossible it is just to eat lunch in peace while at work. Seriously, it’s difficult!
Though we work in offices about 20 miles apart from each other each day, my wife and I live by the same daily habits when he comes to our eating routines: We typically just eat snacks during the work day: I make a smoothie each morning, then have oatmeal during lunch. My wife takes cut up fruit and veggies and hummus.
Then after work, we come home and have a good, solid, healthy meal each night for dinner. That’s what our norm is.
So when we occasionally have a “fun day” and take Ramen Noodles to work, it freaks people out. They can’t handle it. Chaos always follows:
“What’cha eatin’ there? Ramen noodles?”
“Mmmm…. something smells good. Let me take a look in your bowl…”
“Oh, what’s that smell? It’s so strong. It smells like onions or something. Ugh…”
“You can eat Ramen noodles? I don’t know vegans could eat pasta!”
“I thought you ate healthy food. What are you doin’ eatin’ that?”
I think the solution is that I need to acquire some kind of secret military grade invisibility cloak.
That might be the only way to get people who are so easily entertained by the sight of another human being eating Ramen noodles to keep just walking by.
I’ve already lost my ability to listen to CDs in my car each day on my 2 hour round trip commute. I feel like I don’t ask for much at this point.
Ramen noodles. In solitude.
Don’t take this away from me. I need this.
No commentary. No questions. No fascination.
Just let me eat my Ramen noodles in peace.
This is 36.