cellophane

I was walking into my office, holding a restaurant to-go box.

"What's that," asked my coworker, as he held the door open for me. "Did you bring me breakfast?"

"No, it's my lunch," I told him, studying it dubiously. "I left it in my car though, so I'm not sure if it's still good." I opened the box and gave it a cautious sniff. "Still smells good...."

"What is it?"

"Veal, with artichokes." Leftovers from mothers day dinner. It had been very yummy, and I was looking forward to finishing the rest.

He wrinkled his nose as he studied the box, looking a little appalled. "You left it in the car for how long? Overnight?!"

"No no, just this morning. I'm not that bad. It's been, let's see, when did I get here? About an hour. Less. I think it's still okay."

"Oh, that's not so bad. It should be all right," he reassured me. He started to walk back to his desk, then tossed over his shoulder: "...and if not...at least you'll get tomorrow off!"

Heading for the refrigerator, I laughed. "Hey you're right; it's a win-win situation!"


Edited at 2pm: I ate the leftovers, and they were yummy. Hopefully all's well! I need a nap though. *yawn*