…when it comes to your lunch.
In an effort to avoid spilling my lunch all over my bag again, yesterday morning I decided to pack my lunch -(leftover take-out from the Nicaraguan restaurant across the street) in the same over-sized brown paper bag it came in the night before.
The train I usually take on Wednesdays is almost always nearly empty. When I sat down I put my big tote bag on my lap and my lunch bag on the seat next to me. Sitting across from me was a 40-ish year old guy – gray hair, business suit, typing frantically on a Toshiba laptop.
When the train came to my stop, we both got up. While waiting to exit the train, Mr. Laptop says to me:
“Wow, that’s a really big lunch!”
“Do you think you’re going to be able to finish everything in there?!”
“I don’t know. I’m going to try. I haven’t really thought that far ahead”
Fearing where this conversation was headed, I bee-lined it out of the train before he could start asking me about my daily caloric intake or whether I’m more of tin-foil or saran wrap kind of girl.
Men, I get that talking to women can be intimidating but really, if THIS is the best you’ve got…you’re doing it wrong.