I was teaching in a school quite a distance away from my home. Monday mornings, my husband would prepare my lunch for the day so I would not be late. This particular Monday I knew he had made me an egg salad sandwich, an absolute favorite of mine. I was really looking forward to it!
Arriving at the school, I tossed my non-descript lunch bag into the staff room fridge in the pile with all the other lunches. When it was lunch time I quickly grabbed my lunch and proceeded to eat it. Much to my delight the egg salad was exactly the way I like it: very creamy with just the right amount of finely chopped onion added! My husband had really outdone himself! Every bite was sheer bliss!
I was just about to sink my teeth into the second half of the sandwich when a frantic woman's voice filled the room. Or rather, she had her head stuck in the fridge and kept muttering: "I can't find my lunch. I just can not find my lunch." Then it slowly dawned on me that the delicious sandwich I was eating might not be mine? I went to the fridge. Sure enough, my bag had been tossed into the back in between last month's left-overs. Whoops! Sheepishly I confessed my error to the poor substitute teacher, apologized, tried a lopsided smile and suggested a "lunch swap"? She found no humor in this, stomped out of the staff room and headed straight for the nearest Tim Horton's. With most of the sandwich nearly eaten, all I could do at that point was just shrug and finish the Best Egg Salad Sandwich Ever!
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