I left my office around 12:30 to get something to bring back to my desk to eat.
Stopping for plastic utensils and a paper napkin before leaving Au Bon Pain with my soup and sandwich, I thought, “I need this spoon, but do I need a fork? I shouldn’t take it if I don’t, but maybe my sandwich will disintegrate. Better take it. I’ll stash it in my desk for future use if I don’t need it.”
I unpack my lunch sack back at the office to find . . . two plastic forks (and no spoon).
I open my desk drawer to deposit one of the forks, only to find . . . seven plastic forks living there already. Guess I’ve been here before.