You Have Been Denied!

The last place I worked, I felt a little sad about our mealtime routines. I can only remember one time when we went somewhere together and it's because we were all forced to take an hour lunch.

So I was so jazzed when a coworker asked me to go out to eat. It's what I had always been hoping for! So what if it was Wendy's? I was free! Free!

Except apparently this is a once a week thing. Sometimes twice a week.

Don't get me wrong, I enjoy some Frosty from time to time. But guys, I cannot eat at Wendy's twice a week. That makes my stomach lurch a little.

Which means I have to do something I never thought I would have to. I have to turn down a coworker for eating lunch together. There is no good way to do this. After my first blustering attempt where I said I already had my heart set on eating somewhere else, I had to endure a look of devastation. I feel torn, but I have limited options. Trinity usually caps these sessions off by being Suze Orman:



The second time, I knew I had to lie. I am not a good liar, friends. I have a horrible tell where I pause right before I lie to you, which is when I am trying to think of the lie and not being smooth. So it goes something like:

CoWorker: Christy, let's go to Wendy's!
CLW: Oh, um, Wendy's? Oh, I can't. I packed my lunch.
CoWorker: Then why are you wearing your coat?
CLW: Oh, um, because I was thinking about leaving, but I need to lose weight? Well, you know, not like lose weight-lose weight. Like, eat healthy. And eat home lunch. I'm going right now!

I go an fetch my library book reserves and come back in.

"Don't say it" I say to Trinity.

"You have been denied!" Trinity carols.