I am the type of person who hates losing things. Yes, I'm pretty sure everyone feels the same way as me, but when I lose something I take it personally and try to take the necessary steps to prevent it from happening again.
Case and point: my family getting pickpocketed in Paris in May 2005. Since then, I have basically roamed the streets with my bag tucked under my arm and in front of my body. This proved to be more difficult in a Mykonos nightclub last summer, but I did it anyway. And before then, while dancing in the arms of a Sicilian man in Palermo (it took me lots of convincing for Giuseppe to move my bag onto the table at the bar. Don't think I didn't keep my eye on it!).
So imagine my distress when I excitedly opened the fridge door at work today in anticipation of my homemade Caprese pasta salad, only to not find it anywhere in the fridge. At first I questioned my memory and sanity--you and I both know by now that I can be quite forgetful--but I retraced my steps and was 90% sure that it could not be anywhere else.
This is how it all went down: I made a huge pasta salad on Wednesday night, filled up my glasslock container with enough pasta for two lunches, went to sleep; woke up (Thursday), put the container in my lunch bag along with an arugula salad and a container of grapes; brought it to work, put it in the lowest shelf of the fridge first thing in the morning; got persuaded into saving my lunch and checking out Cardero's Bottega (briefly mentioned yesterday) for yummy sandwiches; went home; went to work (Friday), walked to the fridge around 1pm, excitedly opened the fridge door, etc. etc.
When I got home today I checked my fridge to make sure I wasn't crazy. Redemption--my pasta-filled container was not there.
We've had a few things go missing in the fridge at work over the past year. These included a cheese plate that my coworker specifically drove back to work to deliver after a meeting and, on another occasion, Oli's homemade cookies. I don't know who this food bandit is, but when I find out, ALL HELL WILL BREAK LOOSE.
Which likely means that I will just imagine going all Salander on his/her ass.
I also had my first pedicure ever today as well as a manicure and then went to hot yoga, where the nail polish on my thumb chipped a bit. I thought I'd pass by the nail salon after my class to see if they could touch it up, so I called first to make sure they were open. At 7:30pm, when I asked the guy what time they closed, after a delay he said "7:00pm". I had thought they closed at 8:00pm. Lo and behold, I went on their website when I got home and they do in fact close at 8:00pm. Liar.
Today deserves a WTML?!
PS. Sorry if I sound whiney today, I definitely don't think I had a terrible day in comparison to how many other things could have potentially gone wrong. And even then, what I deem as "worst case scenario" in my life is not even the tip of the iceberg in the lives of over half of the world's population. But seriously, who steals people's lunches?
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