lunch interrupted

over the lunch time, a call came in from a friend of mine. 20 minutes into it, i had to interrupt her. i was so hungry. i ran to the food court and grabbed my Mexican salad with double scoops of chicken.

finding a seat is always a problem, let alone in this shopping season. "could i take this seat?" i had to ask a guy occupying a table for two alone. "sure, i don't mind sitting with a beautiful woman like you," he responded. "thank you," i meant the seat as well as the compliment. "that looks nice," he commented on my salad. i responded with silence. he then had to break the silence, "what are you thinking? you seem to be in deep thoughts, so concentrated." i went, "food?!" i had to rush my lunch so that it won't get interrupted again.

people close to me know that food is the religion that i practice. in this situation, i need a confessional to totally enjoy my food.