On the way to work yesterday morning, I was stuck in a long line of traffic at a stoplight. Looking around vacantly to pass the time, I noticed a fellow commuter eating breakfast in the SUV to my left. He didn't have a McMuffin, a breakfast burrito, a biscuit, or an energy bar: he had CEREAL. In a REAL CHINA BOWL. With a SILVER SPOON. Nothing disposable. Even more perplexing, the cereal looked like either Raisin Bran or something-flakes, guaranteed to fuse directly to the bowl if not immediately washed. My own husband has thrown away more than one bowl of mine when I neglected to rinse the cereal out before it hardened.
What kind of person was this? He looked like an office kind of guy. Surely he wasn't planning to take his half-eaten cereal into work to wash it out there...? Even more unthinkable was the idea that he would consider leaving the bowl in the car to harden in the 100-degree heat all day. I guess he could have even every possible flake in the bowl, leaving nothing to harden at all. Or maybe he was so devil-may-care that he planned to throw the bowl and spoon out when he got to the parking lot.
Yeah.