I had made a Vidalia Onion and Cheddar Omelet for dinner last night and had some left over. As I was making a sandwich on toasted whole wheat bread for lunch, along with some fresh fruit, I thought about a former co-worker, Dick. One day, at lunch time, I was in the break room peeling a mango. He came in for another cup of coffee and asked, "What is T-H-A-T!?*!" I answered, "It's a mango, want a bite"? He quickly replied, "No!! I like my steak plain"!
He then proceeded into a long diatribe about how hard it is to find a plain steak in a restaurant. They are all marinated or have some kind of rub. How many steaks he's had to send back. That one restaurant manager informed him they don't have any plain steaks. And on and on.
Meanwhile, I have finished peeling and dicing my mango, was thinking about the fact that I didn't offer him steak, and would he kindly move so I could leave the room, go back to my office, and enjoy my mango in peace.
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He was of the opinion that I only ate healthful (weird) food because Michelle Obama told me to. He was damn determined not to eat anything healthful because she should just get off our backs. I never bothered to advise him that I was eating healthfully long before any of us had heard of Michelle Obama. That she has nothing to do with my food choices.
I further wondered how many people in this country would prefer a McDonald's lunch over what I was having?