The Last Bite

I was on my lunch break yesterday and finishing up a tasty little treat with a hint of sweetness, when suddenly the last bite fell from my hand and rolled under my desk. I don't know about you, but when I am enjoying something yummy, I sort of plan the amount of bites it will take to consume it and actually look forward to the last bite like it's the final triumph and reward, having savoured the previous portions, one by one. 

Now forlorn, the last bite of my snack was out of reach. My desk is large and heavy and there's the smallest of gaps between it and the floor. I couldn't leave it under the desk and my mind was seriously contemplating whether the five second rule might apply should I actually retrieve this delicious morsel. 

Undeterred, I foraged for a handy tool with which to potentially swipe under the desk. A wooden ruler gained my attention and I grabbed it from the drawer. The clock was ticking and as I huffed and puffed my way around the desk I suddenly felt the ruler hit the now completely inedible chunk of goodness. One more swipe and there it was in all its tainted glory. Picking it up, I was tempted to wipe it off and devour it, after all, it WAS the last bite and they are renowned to be the tastiest of all. Suddenly snapped back to reality, the thought of dying from unknown poison on my lunch break swirled through my head. It would be hours before anyone found me and I could be laying on the floor, twisted and lifeless after ingesting the now toxic piece of food. Not that my office is unclean in any way, but the tiny critters of the earth that roam through buildings do make a point of making their presence known and who really knows what sort of things they leave behind … Reluctantly, I tossed it in the trash and felt cheated somehow, even deprived. No matter, at least I survived another day and lived to tell the tale.