reduce. reuse. eat.

although as contradictory as it seems, it's hard to blog and be in a creative writing class. the prompts for class aren't always blogger friendly and all of my creative juices (okay, that's underestimating them) have been vacuumed into the the class, you know, it's for a grade, gotta do it.

it's sweet to me, when my friends remind me that it's been a month since i've last blogged. i feel as though, they're absolutely the only reason i'm drawn to do so. even though i feel as if i'm learning so much and my horizons are definitely growing, i don't feel that i have much to say.

i'm so busy talking all of the time, that i rarely pause to think. i considered giving up talking for lent, transitioning into a monk-like contemplative life. i'm sure that it would do great things for my soul, but that i'd lose my source of income and get zeros on my "class participation" grades.

so, all of this, my introduction. but now, what to say?

i have nothing. i'm tired.

but here's something that made me and my coworkers laugh today.

i heard sam put in an order and tell the cooks she wanted the fries first, i also saw one of the two boys from her new table grab something off of another table, which in itself isn't too much of an eccentric move. people are grabbing ketchup, salt, condiments and things of that sort off of other tables all the time, but since they had just ordered, i found it strange for them to need something. i caught a glimpse of a basket on their table. i confirmed with sam that they hadn't gotten any food from the kitchen yet, and deducted that they had recycled the fries from a table that had already left. immediately my coworkers wanted to call another coworker who has similar tendencies, i won't mention any names, but laura, always has a pocket full of pita, so this guy must be her soulmate.

i dared myself to take out the table's real basket of fries, so that i could be pretty blunt and ask them how everything was tasting thus far. a bit later, when sam took out their entrees, i saw them praying, i decided, that at least they were prayin' boys, that makes eating stranger's food seem a degree less undesirable.

going for the final goal, i was headed to pre-bus another table and grab their leftover fries and offer them to the boys for dessert, when he realized that we knew each other, from iuka, and he's roommates with a good friend of mine. so funny. such a small world.

props to jesse for recycling food, that's something that we've probably all thought of, but never do. just do it!