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Through the Eyes of a Delivery Goddess



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Lunch Theif


My desk at the junkyard is kind of a "community" desk. I've had jobs in the past where my desk or work bench was just mine - no one else sat there if I wasn't there, but since I'm part time at the junkyard, and since I have one of the three phones and the only computer on "my" desk, everyone uses it for Mapquest, or to look up auto parts, find the standings of the past weekend's stock car races, or to use the phone.

I always feel badly about having food my desk when I know other folks there don't have the money or ability to leave to get food, so if I have food that is just for me, I hide it underneath the shelf that holds the phone. Many times, I bring in chips, or nuts or sometimes, even cereal that I leave on the side of my desk, and everyone knows it's community food. Anyone can partake of that food.

One particular day, Mr. S asked me to make a phone call to find some information about one of the semi-trucks used for the salvage yard. By the time I found a company to call that might be able to answer his questions, I had opened my Sheetz sandwich and stuck it under the phone-shelf. I called Mr. S in to talk on the phone, since he knew better what he needed. He was on the phone for about twenty minutes.

When I returned to my desk, not only did he FINISH the sandwich that I'd taken only two or three bites from, but he'd opened my Reeces Cups, eaten all four of them and left behind the empty wrapper. I'm certain it was more of a nervous, unconscious act, than some kind of jealousy with me having my own food, but it was amusing all the same.