Electric Lunch

April 21, 2008

Last week Gareths company signed a lease on a new office space. Apparently it used to be an insane asylum, seems like a perfect fit! He and a few colleagues went over to check out the new digs. He said he had “found me a gift.” Nothing new since Gareth brings me thoughtful gifts everyday. Some days it's a half eaten piece of cake left over from a meeting, other days it's a book he found in the trash.

This was probably the greatest gift to date. It was an Infrared-Magnetic-Therapy-Apparatus LUNCHBOX. Holy shit! I’ve always felt like a dork carrying my lunch, but for the next six months I will strut with my meals in hand! I showed it to my mother who looked confused and yelped “Oh my God, throw that away, immediately!” To which I said, “No, it’s my new lunchbox!”

Some people will just never understand, but this was the moment I knew Gareth was starting to see my inner soul, even if my secret-self is a short fat black woman, but that’s a different story all together.