The school lunch today was a turkey sandwich, on a long roll, with cheese and lettuce. It was my first time making acquaintance with the turkey sandwich. Which was accompanied by ten raw baby carrots and a snack bag of Baked Cheetos. I squirted some ranch dressing on my tray for carrot dipping, and added a warm foil packet of Miracle Whip to the sandwich. It was passable. And did not give me heartburn. Perhaps I've mentioned that I am expected to enjoy my noon repast at the tender hour of 10:53 a.m.
But here's the scary part.
Today was parent conference day again. From 1:00 to 6:00. This is the night we don't order out for supper. We do that on the first night, when we have to stay until 7:00.
At 4:30, I happened to be in the teacher workroom, using up the last of the toner on the mighty Kyocera, when I looked to my right and spied a horrifying sight in the teacher mailboxes.
IT WAS A TURKEY SANDWICH.
In a mailbox. Unwrapped. Unrefrigerated. Can that be healthy? I think not.
Somebody might be sitting on his throne for the majority of his day off tomorrow.