One perceived crisis after another today. Maybe not the best day to take on 22 hours of not eating as part of an intermittent fast, but what the hell. I made it to the cafeteria before it closed and grabbed a pre-made sandwich, chips and a slice of lemon merengue pie. The girl at the register only charged me for the sandwich.
"I love sweets," she said. "Go ahead and get you some more lemon merengue. I have to throw it all away tonight."
She directed me to take it all - four slices - and even provided me a paper grocery bag to cover my gluttony. I went back to my office and inhaled it all except the fourth piece of that good, good lemon merengue pie. Self-control.
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