Lunch Times

At lunch I was walking down the hallway to the vending machine. I get there I look around. People are as far from that thing as they can be. They have this look on their faces like, "How can you really eat that shit? No wonder you're fat." I think of an answer to their unspoken question. Unspoken because this lab has nothing but conservative well mannered Asian folks who would never want to offend. I love these people they make me laugh. My answer is: Do you want the short answer or the long answer?" See I think to much and I always have several answers. I try to choose the right ones but sometimes the others pop out of my mouth first. The short answer is we are what we eat and I eat shit, therefore I am shit. And, since I am shit that gets me to eat more shit and thus the cycle continues.